SIR PETER. Thank you--thanks Sir Oliver.--Yes, I have entered into
the happy state but we'll not talk of that now.

SIR OLIVER. True true Sir Peter old Friends shouldn't begin
on grievances at first meeting. No, no--

ROWLEY. Take care pray Sir----

SIR OLIVER. Well--so one of my nephews I find is a wild Rogue--hey?

SIR PETER. Wild!--oh! my old Friend--I grieve for your disappointment
there--He's a lost young man indeed--however his Brother will make you
amends; Joseph is indeed what a youth should be--everybody in the
world speaks well of him--

SIR OLIVER. I am sorry to hear it--he has too good a character to be
an honest Fellow. Everybody speaks well of him! Psha! then He has
bow'd as low to Knaves and Fools as to the honest dignity of Virtue.

SIR PETER. What Sir Oliver do you blame him for not making Enemies?

SIR OLIVER. Yes--if He has merit enough to deserve them.

SIR PETER. Well--well--you'll be convinced when you know him--'tis
edification to hear him converse--he professes the noblest Sentiments.

SIR OLIVER. Ah plague on his Sentiments--if he salutes me with
a scrap sentence of morality in his mouth I shall be sick directly--
but however don't mistake me Sir Peter I don't mean to defend
Charles's Errors--but before I form my judgment of either of them,