VALENTINE, SCANDAL, TRAPLAND, JEREMY.
VALENTINE
Oh, Mr Trapland! My old friend! Welcome. Jeremy, a chair
quickly: a bottle of sack and a toast--fly--a chair first.
TRAPLAND
A good morning to you, Mr Valentine, and to you, Mr Scandal.
SCANDAL
The morning's a very good morning, if you don't spoil it.
VALENTINE
Come, sit you down, you know his way.
TRAPLAND
[sits.] There is a debt, Mr Valentine, of 1500 pounds of
pretty long standing -
VALENTINE
I cannot talk about business with a thirsty palate. Sirrah,
the sack.
TRAPLAND
And I desire to know what course you have taken for the
payment?
VALENTINE
Faith and troth, I am heartily glad to see you. My service to
you. Fill, fill to honest Mr Trapland--fuller.
TRAPLAND
Hold, sweetheart: this is not to our business. My service
to you, Mr Scandal. [Drinks.] I have forborne as long -
VALENTINE
T'other glass, and then we'll talk. Fill, Jeremy.
TRAPLAND
No more, in truth. I have forborne, I say -
VALENTINE
Sirrah, fill when I bid you. And how does your handsome
daughter? Come, a good husband to her. [Drinks.]
TRAPLAND
Thank you. I have been out of this money -
VALENTINE
Drink first. Scandal, why do you not drink? [They drink.]
TRAPLAND
And, in short, I can be put off no longer.
VALENTINE
I was much obliged to you for your supply. It did me signal
service in my necessity. But you delight in doing good. Scandal,
drink to me, my friend Trapland's health. An honester man lives
not, nor one more ready to serve his friend in distress: though I
say it to his face. Come, fill each man his glass.
SCANDAL
What, I know Trapland has been a whoremaster, and loves a
wench still. You never knew a whoremaster that was not an honest
fellow.
TRAPLAND
Fie, Mr Scandal, you never knew -
SCANDAL
What don't I know? I know the buxom black widow in the
Poultry. 800 pounds a year jointure, and 20,000 pounds in money.
Aha! old Trap.
VALENTINE
Say you so, i'faith? Come, we'll remember the widow. I know
whereabouts you are; come, to the widow -
TRAPLAND
No more, indeed.
VALENTINE
What, the widow's health; give it him--off with it. [They
drink.] A lovely girl, i'faith, black sparkling eyes, soft pouting
ruby lips! Better sealing there than a bond for a million, ha?
TRAPLAND
No, no, there's no such thing; we'd better mind our business.
You're a wag.
VALENTINE
No, faith, we'll mind the widow's business: fill again.
Pretty round heaving breasts, a Barbary shape, and a jut with her
bum would stir an anchoret: and the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man
could but fasten his eyes to her feet as they steal in and out, and
play at bo-peep under her petticoats, ah! Mr Trapland?
TRAPLAND
Verily, give me a glass. You're a wag,--and here's to the
widow. [Drinks.]
SCANDAL
He begins to chuckle; ply him close, or he'll relapse into a
dun.
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