_Bell._ I presume, Sir, you have done now.
_Shar._ Done! The Gods of Gratitude and Generosity forbid; no I must remember poor Shark. I must not forget him--Item, to that honest Fellow Shark, auh, auh!
_Bell._ O the Rascal; he'll give half the Estate to himself and Lucy.
_Shar._ To Shark, I say, for his faithful Services.
_Bell._ Why, Sir, he's the most idle, drunken----
_Shar._ Hold your Tongue, Nephew, you are deceived in the young Man--you don't know him so well as I. I have known him many Years; he is a sober honest Fellow, and has a great Regard for you, and for that Reason, I leave him two hundred pounds per Annum.
_Shar._ Pray be silent, Nephew; I know his Virtues and good Qualities; therefore, Mr. Littlewit, I think you may as well make it two hundred and fifty.
_Shar._ Ay, per Annum, for ten Annums if I please, Sir. Why sure I can do what I will with my own.
_Bell._ I beg your Pardon, Sir, it is a great deal too much, I think.
_Shar._ I think not, and I believe at this Juncture my Thoughts are more to the purpose than yours.
_Bell._ But consider, Sir, what can he do with so much money; such a low poor Fellow that has no Friends.
_Shar._ Nay if he is poor--set him down another hundred, Mr. Littlewit. He shall not want a Friend while I am alive; for he is an honest Lad, and loves a Bottle and a Wench as well as myself.
_Bell._ Was there ever such a tricking exorbitant Rascal? (_Aside_) Sir, I beg you'll alter that Article that relates to Shark.
_Shar._ Sir, I beg you'll hold your Tongue. Say another word and I'll give him a thousand pounds per Annum.
_Bell._ Sir, I humbly beg Pardon. (_Bowing very low_)
_Shar._ Well, beg Pardon and be satisfied. I think you have reason--here I shall have you Master of six or seven thousand pounds per Annum, as you call it, and almost a Plumb and a half in ready Cole, and you are not satisfied; say one Word more and I'll tear my Will, or leave every Shilling to the Inhabitants of Bedlam or to the Man that finds out the Longitude.
_Shar._ Pray then have done, Sir, and don't fret me.
_Bell._ An impudent Rogue, but I must not contend with him now. (_Aside_)
_Shar._ Lord, it is as much trouble to give away an Estate as to get it.
_Doct._ Mr. Bellair, you should not interrupt the Testator; at such a time his Mind should not be disturbed.