BUCK. Sir, I can do you no service while he’s in this condition. Here’s your paper, sir—he may do me a mischief if I stay. The conveyance is ready, sir, if he recover his senses. SCENE VII. SIR SAMPSON, VALENTINE, SCANDAL, JEREMY. SIR SAMP. Hold, hold, don’t you go yet. SCAN. You’d better let him go, sir, and send for him if there be occasion; for I fancy his presence provokes him more. VAL. Is the lawyer gone? ’Tis well, then we may drink about without going together by the ears—heigh ho! What a’clock is’t? My father here! Your blessing, sir. SIR SAMP. He recovers—bless thee, Val; how dost thou do, boy? VAL. Thank you, sir, pretty well. I have been a little out of order, Won’t you please to sit, sir? SIR SAMP. Ay, boy. Come, thou shalt sit down by me. VAL. Sir, ’tis my duty to wait. SIR SAMP. No, no; come, come, sit thee down, honest Val. How dost thou do? Let me feel thy pulse. Oh, pretty well now, Val. Body o’ me, I was sorry to see thee indisposed; but I’m glad thou art better, honest Val. VAL. I thank you, sir. SCAN. Miracle! The monster grows loving. [_Aside_.] SIR SAMP. Let me feel thy hand again, Val. It does not shake; I believe thou canst write, Val. Ha, boy? thou canst write thy name, Val. Jeremy, step and overtake Mr. Buckram, bid him make haste back with the conveyance; quick, quick. [_In whisper to_ JEREMY.] SCENE VIII. SIR SAMPSON, VALENTINE, SCANDAL. SCAN. That ever I should suspect such a heathen of any remorse! [_Aside_.] SIR SAMP. Dost thou know this paper, Val? I know thou’rt honest, and wilt perform articles. [_Shows him the paper_, _but holds it out of his reach_.] VAL. Pray let me see it, sir. You hold it so far off that I can’t tell whether I know it or no. SIR SAMP. See it, boy? Ay, ay; why, thou dost see it—’tis thy own hand, Vally. Why, let me see, I can read it as plain as can be. Look you here. [_Reads_.] _The condition of this obligation_—Look you, as plain as can be, so it begins—and then at the bottom—_As witness my hand_, VALENTINE LEGEND, in great letters. Why, ’tis as plain as the nose in one’s face. What, are my eyes better than thine? I believe I can read it farther off yet; let me see. [_Stretches his arm as far as he can_.] VAL. Will you please to let me hold it, sir? SIR SAMP. Let thee hold it, sayest thou? Ay, with all my heart. What matter is it who holds it? What need anybody hold it? I’ll put it up in my pocket, Val, and then nobody need hold it. [_Puts the paper in his pocket_.] There, Val; it’s safe enough, boy. But thou shalt have it as soon as thou hast set thy hand to another paper, little Val. SCENE IX. [_To them_] JEREMY _with_ BUCKRAM.