_Shar._ Then draw it up, and now Gentlemen, as to my Will--Inprimis, let all my Debts be discharged. _Doct._ That I believe, Sir Isaac, will be soon done; for I don't suppose you owe any. _Shar._ Yes I owe for the nursing of a Bastard Child at Wandsor. _Doct._ Is it possible you ever had a Bastard? _Shar._ Several, Doctor, but they were all dropt upon different Parishes, except that One. Then there are some few dribbling Debts at Alehouses and Taverns where I used to meet my Wenches--in all about twenty Pounds. _Doct._ I find, Mr. Littlewit, the old Gentleman has been a Cock of the Game in his time, Good Blood. _Little._ Really, Doctor Leatherhead, I think so. _Shar._ Item, I do constitute my Nephew Bellair whole and sole Executor of this my last Will and Testament. _Bell._ O my dear Uncle, shall I lose you. (_Cries_) _Shar._ Good natured Boy, how he weeps, disinheriting and cutting off all other Persons whatsoever--saving those hereafter mentioned. _Lucy._ O my dear generous Master. (_Cries_) _Shar._ Poor Girl, she weeps too; I suppose for the same Reason, to put me in Mind of her; never fear, Lucy. I'll not forget you; you have been a good Girl and managed my Concerns with great Skill and Decency. _Doct._ Proceed, Sir. _Shar._ Unto Harriet Lovewealth my Niece that shall be, I do give--(_Lucy, you know where they are_) a set of Diamond Bracelets which were mortgaged to me and forfeited by the Welch Lady that used to game so much. _Lucy._ I have them in this Casket, Sir. _Shar._ Give them to me--there--I give them Harriet, but first kiss me, Hussy--I will have a Kiss for them. (_Kisses her and gives her the bracelets_) _Bell._ Impudent Rascal! _Shar._ Item, to Lucy who for many years has served me faithfully--and who used to flatter me in all my little Foibles. _Lucy._ Sure never was so generous and grateful a Master. (_Cries_) _Shar._ To her I bequeath, when she marries, one thousand pounds, provided it be with that honest Lad Shark, not a Farthing else. _Bell._ How Sir, a thousand Pounds; it is too much. _Shar._ Not at all, Nephew. _Bell._ Here's a Dog. (_Aside_) Consider, Sir, she's a low bred poor Person. _Shar._ Poor is she? Why then, Mr. Littlewit, if the Girl is poor, put her down another Hundred, but with a Proviso still that she marries Shark. _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. _Bell._ Two hundred pounds, Sir----