SCAN. And you, like a true great man, having engaged their attendance, and promised more than ever you intended to perform, are more perplexed to find evasions than you would be to invent the honest means of keeping your word, and gratifying your creditors. VAL. Scandal, learn to spare your friends, and do not provoke your enemies; this liberty of your tongue will one day bring a confinement on your body, my friend. SCENE IV. VALENTINE, SCANDAL, JEREMY. JERE. O sir, there’s Trapland the scrivener, with two suspicious fellows like lawful pads, that would knock a man down with pocket-tipstaves. And there’s your father’s steward, and the nurse with one of your children from Twitnam. VAL. Pox on her, could she find no other time to fling my sins in my face? Here, give her this, [_gives money_] and bid her trouble me no more; a thoughtless two-handed whore, she knows my condition well enough, and might have overlaid the child a fortnight ago, if she had had any forecast in her. SCAN. What, is it bouncing Margery, with my godson? JERE. Yes, sir. SCAN. My blessing to the boy, with this token [_gives money_] of my love. And d’ye hear, bid Margery put more flocks in her bed, shift twice a week, and not work so hard, that she may not smell so vigorously. I shall take the air shortly. VAL. Scandal, don’t spoil my boy’s milk. Bid Trapland come in. If I can give that Cerberus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day. SCENE V. VALENTINE, SCANDAL, TRAPLAND, JEREMY. VAL. Oh, Mr. Trapland! My old friend! Welcome. Jeremy, a chair quickly: a bottle of sack and a toast—fly—a chair first. TRAP. A good morning to you, Mr. Valentine, and to you, Mr. Scandal. SCAN. The morning’s a very good morning, if you don’t spoil it. VAL. Come, sit you down, you know his way. TRAP. [_sits_.] There is a debt, Mr. Valentine, of £1500 of pretty long standing— VAL. I cannot talk about business with a thirsty palate. Sirrah, the sack. TRAP. And I desire to know what course you have taken for the payment? VAL. Faith and troth, I am heartily glad to see you. My service to you. Fill, fill to honest Mr. Trapland—fuller. TRAP. Hold, sweetheart: this is not to our business. My service to you, Mr. Scandal. [_Drinks_.] I have forborne as long— VAL. T’other glass, and then we’ll talk. Fill, Jeremy. TRAP. No more, in truth. I have forborne, I say— VAL. Sirrah, fill when I bid you. And how does your handsome daughter? Come, a good husband to her. [_Drinks_.] TRAP. Thank you. I have been out of this money— VAL. Drink first. Scandal, why do you not drink? [_They drink_.] TRAP. And, in short, I can be put off no longer.