MOSES. Well--but you must insure your Place.

TRIP. O with all my Heart--I'll insure my Place, and my Life too,
if you please.

SIR OLIVER. It's more than I would your neck----

MOSES. But is there nothing you could deposit?

TRIP. Why nothing capital of my master's wardrobe has drop'd
lately--but I could give you a mortgage on some of his winter
Cloaths with equity of redemption before November or--you shall
have the reversion--of the French velvet, or a post obit on the
Blue and Silver--these I should think Moses--with a few Pair of
Point Ruffles as a collateral security--hey, my little Fellow?

MOSES. Well well--we'll talk presently--we detain the Gentlemen----

SIR OLIVER. O pray don't let me interrupt Mr. Trip's Negotiation.

TRIP. Harkee--I heard the Bell--I believe, Gentlemen I can now
introduce you--don't forget the annuity little Moses.

SIR OLIVER. If the man be a shadow of his Master this is the Temple
of Dissipation indeed!
[Exeunt.]


SCENE III.--CHARLES, CARELESS, etc., etc.