MR. LUCRE. And you do prove me now, do you not?--Heaven bless you. [_Shaking hands with him_] I shall always have a regard for you--but for any thing farther--I scorn professions which I do not mean to keep. [_Going._ SIR GEORGE. Nay, but Lucre! consider the anguish in which you leave me!--consider, that to be forsaken by my friends is more affecting than the loss of all my fortune. Though you have nothing else to give me, yet give me your company. MR. LUCRE. My dear friend I _cannot_. Reflect that I am under obligations to you--so many indeed that I am ashamed to see you.----I am naturally bashful; and do not be surprised if I should never have the confidence to look you in the face again. [_Exit._ SIR GEORGE. This is the world, such as I have heard it described, but not such as I could ever believe it to be.--But I forgive--I forget all the world except Lady Caroline--her ingratitude fastens to my heart and drives me to despair. She, on whom I have squandered so much--she, whom I loved--and whom I still love, spite of her perfidy! (_Enter_ BLUNTLY.) Well, Bluntly--behold the friendship of the friends I loved! This morning I was in prosperity and had many--this night I am ruined, and I have not one. BLUNTLY. Ruined, sir? SIR GEORGE. Totally: and shall be forced to part with every thing I possess to pay the sums I owe.----Of course, I shall part with all my servants--and do you endeavour to find some other place. BLUNTLY. But first, sir,--permit me to ask a favour of you? SIR GEORGE. A favour of me? I have no favours now to grant. BLUNTLY. I beg your pardon, sir--you have one--and I entreat it on my knees. SIR GEORGE. What would you ask of me? BLUNTLY. To remain along with you still.--I will never quit you; but serve you for nothing, to the last moment of my life. SIR GEORGE. I have then one friend left. (_Embracing him._) And never will I forget to acknowledge the obligation. _Enter_ BLACKMAN. BLACKMAN. Pardon me--sir--I beg ten thousand pardons--pray excuse me, (_In the most servile manner_,) for entering before I sent to know if you were at leisure--but your attendants are all fast asleep on the chairs of your antichamber.--I could not wake a soul--and I imagined you yourself were not yet up. SIR GEORGE. On the contrary, I have not yet been in bed. And when I do go there, I wish never to rise from it again. BLACKMAN. Has any thing unexpected happened? SIR GEORGE. Yes.--That I am ruined--inevitably ruined--Behold (_Shewing the cards_) the only wreck of my fortune. BLACKMAN. (_Starting._) Lost all your fortune? SIR GEORGE. All I am worth--and as much more as I am worth. [BLACKMAN _draws a chair, sits down with great familiarity, and stares_ SIR GEORGE _rudely in the face_.