_Maigre._ Yes; he was dead, but I bring him to Life; I bleed a him, and so he comes from the dead Man to de Life. But come, allons, vite, vite, he want a de Gown. (_Takes up the Gown and Cap_) _Lucy._ So we have been making a Will to a fine Purpose. _Maigre._ Allons, vite, vite, Mistress Lucy, he be very bad indeed--and he want a you ver much, allons. (_Exeunt_) (_Enter_ BELLAIR _and_ SHARK) _Shar._ Well, Sir, now who is the Fool? the Blockhead? Did not I tell you we should succeed? _Bell._ Yes but, Scoundrel, how did you dare to make such a Will? _Shar._ In what respect, Sir? _Bell._ In what, Rascal! To Lucy and yourself, how dare you leave so much money between you? _Shar._ For the best reason in the World, Sir, because I knew nobody dared to contradict me. And had I thought you would have been angry at it--I assure you, Sir--I should have left as much more. Why Sir, if you will consider the Affair impartially, you will find I had a right to be Co-heir with you. _Bell._ How so, Sir? _Shar._ By the Laws of Roguery, Sir--in which it is a fundamental Maxim that in Cheats of this Kind, all people are upon a par, and have a right to an equal Snack. _Bell._ Impudent Rascal! _Shar._ But if you think, Sir, that I have behaved in this Affair selfishly or unbecoming a Rogue of Honour, I will send in for Doctor Leatherhead and Mr. Littlewit, for they are still in the next Room, and cancel the Will directly. _Bell._ No, Rascal, you know my Love to Harriet will not let me consent to that. _Shar._ This is just the way of the great World--the poor Rogues are Men of parts and do all the Business--and the rich ones not only arrogate the Merit to themselves, but are for running away with all the Plunder. (_Enter_ LUCY) _Lucy._ O Sir! _Bell._ What's the matter? _Lucy._ Oh! Oh! Oh! I can't speak--but your Uncle's alive--that's all. (_Sets down a great Chair_) _Shar._ And that's enough to hang one, I'm sure. _Bell._ Alive! _Lucy._ Ay, alive, Sir. _Shar._ This comes of your begrudging me my Snack of the Spoil, Sir. _Bell._ Why I thought you saw him senseless and dead. _Lucy._ I thought so too; but it seems while we were about the Will, Monsieur du Maigre, the Apothecary, came in and bled him in an Instant, which has unfortunately recovered him. He is within with him now, and one Councellour Cormorant who is come upon some Law Business to him--O here they all come. _Bell._ What a malicious turn of Fortune this is. _Shar._ Why Sir, if you will not be ungrateful, now I believe I can secure a Retreat and such a one as the greatest General in Europe in our Situation would not be ashamed of. _Bell._ Dear Shark, I will do anything thou wilt.