MOSES. Well sir, I think as Sir Peter said you have seen Mr. Charles
in high Glory--'tis great Pity He's so extravagant.

SIR OLIVER. True--but he would not sell my Picture--

MOSES. And loves wine and women so much--

SIR OLIVER. But He wouldn't sell my Picture.

MOSES. And game so deep--

SIR OLIVER. But He wouldn't sell my Picture. O--here's Rowley!

Enter ROWLEY

ROWLEY. So--Sir Oliver--I find you have made a Purchase----

SIR OLIVER. Yes--yes--our young Rake has parted with his Ancestors
like old Tapestry--sold Judges and Generals by the foot--and maiden
Aunts as cheap as broken China.--

ROWLEY. And here has he commissioned me to re-deliver you Part
of the purchase-money--I mean tho' in your necessitous character
of old Stanley----

MOSES. Ah! there is the Pity of all! He is so damned charitable.

ROWLEY. And I left a Hosier and two Tailors in the Hall--who
I'm sure won't be paid, and this hundred would satisfy 'em.