_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. _Bell._ Sir! Per Annum! Sir! _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._ No Friends? _Bell._ No Sir, a low Friendless Fellow. _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. _Bell._ I have done, Sir. _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. _Shar._ You are in the right, Doctor Leatherhead. Let me see, have I no Friend that I care to oblige with two or three thousand--I am in such a generous Temper that I don't care to leave off yet. I have a great Mind to give Shark a handful over, but---- _Bell._ Sir! _Shar._ No, I believe I have done. _Doct._ Will you please to sign then? _Shar._ That I would with all my Heart, but that the Gout and Palsy prevent me. _Doct._ Then we must observe, Mr. Littlewit, that the said Testator does declare his inability to write. _Shar._ Is the Bond to my Nephew ready? _Little._ Yes Sir. _Shar._ But is it strong, and so well drawn that the old Nick himself should he turn Pettyfogger could not reverse it? _Doct._ It is, Sir. _Shar._ Very well. _Doct._ There if you please to make your mark by touching the Pen. (_Shark touches the Pen_) So, and put the Watch over his Hand, and let him take off the Seal--so, very well, Sir, you publish and declare this to be your last Will and Testament, and desire Doctor Leatherhead and Mr. Littlewit to be Witnesses thereunto? _Shar._ I do. (_All the ceremony of signing and sealing and delivering is performed_)