_Skin._ This is all a Robbery. _Coun._ Let 'em go on, Sir Isaac, you have your Remedy. _Skin._ This is all a Robbery. _Doct._ To my Maid Lucy, one thousand pounds. _Skin._ O monstrous; I never intended to give her a Farthing. _Doct._ Item, to that honest Fellow Slipstring Shark. _Shar._ That is me, Sir Isaac, and I humbly thank your Honour. _Doct._ I bequeath him three hundred pounds per Annum during his natural Life, to be paid out of that part of my Estate he shall think proper. _Shar._ O blessings on your generous Heart. It was always fond of rewarding Merit. _Skin._ Read no more--I'll have every one of you indicted for Forgery--and Conspiracy and--first take Notice, Councellour Cormorant and Monsieur du Maigre, that I deny that Will to be any Act of mine--and that I cancel it to all Intents and Purposes. _Doct._ That you can't do, Sir--for by way of Marriage Articles between Bellair and Harriet Lovewealth you have signed a Deed conformable to this Will. _Skin._ Why this is such a piece of Villainy as the Records of Westminster Hall cannot match. _Coun._ Do not be uneasy Sir Isaac, you have one, and one certain way of oversetting all their Villainy; and that is by confessing that you made this Will, and proving that you were out of your Senses when you did it, which may easily be done by proper Witnesses. (_Aside_) _Skin._ I'll confess that or anything--to get my money again, and to hang them all--Doctor Leatherhead, I begin now to remember something of the making of this Will,--but I can prove I was lightheaded and out of my Senses when I did it. _Doct._ Sir Isaac, it is no Affair of mine.--It is your Nephew's Concern; if he is willing to let such Chicane pass upon him, he may; but if he has a Mind to insist upon the Will, I'll undertake to prove you were in your Senses as perfectly as ever you were in your Life. _Skin._ And will you insist, Nephew? _Bell._ It is not in my Power to be off it, Sir, for in consequence that you were sincere when you made this Will, my Lady Lovewealth here has given me her Daughter, and her own Chaplain has just now put the finishing hand to the Business in the next Room, before all these Witnesses. _Skin._ So you won't resign? _Bell._ I can't, Sir. _Skin._ Come along, Mr. Cormorant, I'll hamper them all--I'll prove myself out of my Senses before I sleep. (_Exit Skinflint and Cormorant_) _Maigre._ By gar, dis be all ver great, much Surprize upon me, van, pardie, pardie make the Man make a de Vill veder he will or no, and de Man say he will prove dat he be Lunatic and lightheaded--by gar, me never hear de like in France, pardie, etc. etc. (_Exit_)