_Shar._ Well, I'll go, Sir, but depend upon it you shall not live many Days after this. I'll be the Death of you, if there are no more Uncles in the World. _Lucy._ Slip up the back stairs to my Room and I'll come and undress you. (_Aside to him as she thrusts him off_) Get you out, you wicked Woman, get you out. (_Exit Shark_) _Skin._ Was ever Man so hope up with such a parcel of Relations! Make them my Heirs! I would as soon leave my Money to a Privateer's Crew; and I verily believe they would be as thankful and make as good a use of it.--I have been so worried and teazed by them all, that I am not able to support any longer--I must go in and lye down. Support me, Lucy, or I shall fall; I am quite faint. Oh, oh! (_Exeunt_) (_Enter_ BELLAIR) _Bell._ So! Thus far all goes well. Shark has been as successful in his Widow as his Fox. We have routed the Family of the Bumpers. There is nothing now to apprehend from that Quarter. But the main Difficulty is yet behind, which is to induce him to make his Will, for without that my Lady Lovewealth's Avarice never will consent to make my dearest Harriet mine. (_Enter_ LUCY) _Lucy._ O Sir, we are all undone! _Bell._ Why what's the matter? _Lucy._ Your Uncle, Sir, is dead. _Bell._ Dead! _Lucy._ Ay, dead, Sir! Shark with his Tricks and Rogueries has so teazed him that having with much ado got into his Chamber, down he fell upon the Bed, and there he lies without either Motion, Voice, Sense, Pulse or Understanding. _Bell._ The very means I took to succeed have infallibly ruined me. (_Enter_ SHARK) _Shar._ Is he gone? Is the coast clear? _Bell._ So Villain, your Schemes and Plots have a fine Conclusion, Rascal. _Shar._ A fine Conclusion, Rascal! I don't know what conclusion they have, but I am sure it can't be worse than this Reward; pray Sir, what has happened? _Bell._ Why you have killed my Uncle, Villain, and ruined me forever. _Shar._ What! Is the old Fellow dead? _Bell._ Yes, Rascal, and without a Will. _Shar._ This is now an Instance of the Judgment and Gratitude of Mankind; if I had succeeded, I should have been a second Machiavel, and my dear Shark, I shall be ever obliged to you--but now I am a Rascal and a Son of a Whore, a Blockhead and deserve my Bones broke. _Bell._ Well Sir, no upbraiding now, but tell what is to be done. _Shar._ What's to be done? What should be done, Sir. Break open his Coffers, his Cabinet, his Strong Box, seize upon his Mortgage Deeds, and Writings, but above all take a particular Care of the Bank Bills, and the ready Cash. I have a great Veneration for them; they will tell no tales to your Fellow Heirs, and as the old Man has bit you, why do you plunder them. Do you take Possession and I'll engage I procure a Lawyer who shall prove it to be something more than eleven points of the Law. _Bell._ But then my Harriet, Shark! Without her the Wealth of Mexico is useless and insipid.