_Shar._ Ay, now it is dear Shark, but know, Sir, you have to deal with an Englishman, and a Man of Honour who scorns to put an Enemy to Death when he begs for Quarter--tho' you have been an ungenerous Ally as ever vowed Fidelity to the Crown of England--but no matter, I'll serve you still and completely. _Bell._ But how, dear Shark? _Shar._ I won't tell you--and I defy you to guess now--or anybody else that's more--I must step into the next Room for a Moment and whisper the Lawyers, and in the meantime, do you persist in your Uncle's having made a Will; that's all.--Don't you be like an ignorant Thief before a noisy Magistrate, confess and hang yourself. And you, Madam, do you embronze your Countenance, and keep up your Character to the last. (_Exit_) (_Enter_ SKINFLINT _supported by Councellour_ CORMORANT _and Monsieur_ DU MAIGRE, LUCY _settling his great Chair_) _Skin._ Auh! auh! gently, gently. Let me down gently, pray. Oh, oh, oh. (_Sits down_) O Nephew, how could you let me lie for dead so long and never come near me? _Bell._ Really, Sir, I never heard a word that you were in any Danger of Dying. _Skin._ And Lucy, how could you be so cruel to neglect me so long? _Lucy._ Me! Lord, Sir, I never knew anything of it 'till Monsieur du Maigre informed me. _Maigre._ No, Pardie, she not have any knowledge 'till dat me make her de Intelligence. _Lucy._ I thought you were in a sound Sleep, Sir, and was extremely glad of it. _Bell._ And so was I, I do assure you, Sir. _Skin._ I am obliged to you Nephew, but I had like to have slept my last. _Maigre._ It is very true indeed upon my word. But dat Monsieur la avocat--here--Monsieur la what is your name, si'l vous plait--I always forget. _Coun._ Cormorant, Sir. _Maigre._ Mais oui Monsieur la Cormorant--but dat he and I come in together, just after one another; I believe I come in one, two Minute before you, Monsieur la Cormorant--I say but dat me come in the Nick upon a my word, Sir Isaac, you be defunct.--And then I lose my Annuity upon your Life, and by Gar, dat be very bad for Monsieur du Maigre. _Skin._ I am obliged to you, Monsieur--are the Lawyers come, Lucy? Mr. Littlewit and Doctor Leatherhead? _Lucy._ Yes Sir, they have been here a considerable time. _Skin._ Desire them to walk in. _Lucy._ So now the Murder's coming out. (_Exit Lucy_) _Skin._ Nephew, I am at last resolved to make my Will; I shall make a proper provision for you in it. But as our Soul is the immortal part of us,[4] I must take Care of that the first thing I do. Therefore I am resolved to appropriate so much of my Fortune as will be sufficient for that purpose to the building of an Almshouse. (_Enter Doctor_ LEATHERHEAD, _Mr._ LITTLEWIT, _Lady_ LOVEWEALTH, [HARRIET,] SHARK _and_ LUCY) _Skin._ So Gentlemen! I have altered my Mind, Mr. Littlewit, since I saw you last. _Little._ Concerning what, Sir? _Skin._ My Will, Sir.