_Snarle._ Why as soon as the Curtain is drawn up you will see the Stage disposed in the Form of a Pit, and that you are to imagine the Prologue, and when they let the Curtain down, why then you must suppose it to be ended. _Smart._ I wonder what the Audience will say when it is over. _Snarle._ What? Why some will stare and wonder what the Actors have been about, and will still be expecting the Prologue; others will chuckle at their Disappointment, and cry--they knew how it would be; and some will judiciously observe--what better could be expected from a Prologue to be written and spoken by the Pit. But upon the whole, I dare say, ninety nine in a hundred will conclude it to be a parcell of low Stuff--and that its only Merit was the quaintness of the Conceit [which] raised the People's Curiosity and helped to fill the House; and so ends the Prologue--and now let us make a Noise for the Farce. (_The Curtain is let down_) DRAMATIS PERSONAE for A WILL AND NO WILL: OR A BONE FOR THE LAWYERS SIR ISAAC SKINFLINT LADY LOVEWEALTH BELLAIR HARRIET DOCTOR LEATHERHEAD LUCY COUNCELLOUR CORMORANT MR. LITTLEWIT MONSIEUR DU MAIGRE MR. DEATH SHARK SERVANT ACT I (_Enter_ SHARK _and_ LUCY--_meeting_) _Shark._ Good morrow, Lucy. _Lucy._ Good morrow, Shark. _Shark._ Give me a Kiss, Hussy. (_Kisses her_) _Lucy._ Psha--prithee don't touzle and mouzle a Body so; can't you salute without rumpling one's Tucker and spoiling one's Things? I hate to be tumbled. (_Adjusting herself_) _Shark._ Ay, as much as you do Flattery or a looking Glass. _Lucy._ Well, what's your Business this Morning? Have you any Message? _Shark._ Yes, the old one: my Master's Duty to his gracious Uncle, Sir Isaac Skinflint, and he hopes he rested well last night--that is, to translate it out of the Language of Compliment into that of Sincerity, he hopes the old Huncks has made his Will, my Master his sole Heir, that he has had a very bad Night, and is within a few Hours of giving up the Ghost and paying a Visit to his old friend Belzebub. _Lucy._ We were afraid he would have gone off last night; he has had two of his Epileptic Feasts. _Shark._ Why sure the old Cannibal would not offer to make his Exit without making his Will; that would ruin us all. _Lucy._ Nay it would be a considerable Loss to me should he die without a Will: for you know he has promised me a handsome Legacy.