_Skin._ So you approve of my Marriage, you say, Nephew? _Bell._ I think it the best thing you can do, Sir. _Skin._ Why, Nephew, notwithstanding--I am so shattered with Age--and Infirmities--I assure you I have more Vigour than People imagine; what think you, Lucy? _Lucy._ Your Eyes, Sir, look very sparkling and lively--but I think a--um--your other parts are not quite so brisk. _Skin._ Why ay, 'tis true, my other parts are a little--a little morbific or so, as the Doctors say; but Harriet is very young, and she will be a charming Bedfellow. Besides, Nephew, I have a great Satisfaction in Disappointing my Crew of Relations, who have been like as many Undertakers for these twenty years past, enquiring not after my Health but my Death; but I'll be revenged on them. I will have the Pleasure of sending for 'em all, one by one, and assuring them I will not leave a single Shilling among them. (_Enter a_ SERVANT) _Serv._ Sir, My Lady Lovewealth and her Daughter are come to wait on you. _Skin._ Odso. I did not expect them so soon--Stay, stay, Boy; don't shew them up yet; my Mistress must not find me in this Pickle. Go you down, Lucy, and shew them into the Parlour, but return directly and help to dress me. (_Exeunt Lucy and Servant_) Come, Nephew, help me off with this Gown and Cap; let me make myself as agreeable as I can for my Mistress. Gently, gently, Child, have a care, have a care of my Hand (_pulling off the Gown_)! Oh! Oh! Oh! you have touched my gouty Finger. (_Enter Lucy_) Come hither, Lucy, do you dress me; you are most used to it. Are my Flannels warm? _Lucy._ Here, here, all roasted--they have been at the Fire these three Hours. (_Lucy and Bellair dress him up like a ridiculous old man; they put a heap of Flannels on him, then his Clothes, and a ridiculous Tye Wig_) _Skin._ Well, how do I look now? Pretty well, ha? _Bell._ Very well, Sir, and very genteel. _Skin._ Now shew the Ladies up, Lucy. I protest this dressing hath fatigued me, auh! auh! auh! (_coughing_) _Lucy._ (_To Bellair as she goes out_) I have hinted something to Harriet which I believe will break off the Match infallibly. (_Exit_) _Skin._ Nephew, notwithstanding, auh!--This Marriage, I shall make a handsome Provision for you. _Bell._ Sir, your Health and Happiness are my chiefest Blessings. (_Enter Lady_ LOVEWEALTH, HARRIET _and_ LUCY) _Lad._ Sir Isaac Skinflint, I am glad to see you up and dressed this morning. We had a report in our Neighbourhood that you died last Night. _Skin._ Ay, Madam, Envious Wretches who expect Legacies--and who wish me in my Grave--spread it abroad--'tis true I was a little out of order last Night, but I'm mighty well today. Auh! Auh! Extremely well. Auh! Auh! Lucy, give me a little of that Hartshorn. _Bell._ Upon my word, Sir, I never saw you look better. Pray young Lady, what do you think? _Har._ Indeed, Sir, I think the Gentleman looks extremely gay and healthy.