_Sir Har._ Don't disgrace me, sirrah, you grim, graceless rogue--[_Apart._]--Brother, he has been bred up to respect and silence before his parents. Yet did you but hear what a noise he makes sometimes in the kitchen, or the kennel--he's the loudest of 'em all. _Tip._ Well, Sir Harry, since you assure me he can speak, I'll take your word for it. _Hump._ I can speak when I see occasion, and I can hold my tongue when I see occasion. _Sir Har._ Well said, Numps--Sirrah, I see you can do well, if you will. [_Apart._ _Tip._ Pray walk up to me, cousin Humphry. _Sir Har._ Ay, walk to and fro between us with your hat under your arm.--Clear up your countenance. [_Apart._ _Tip._ I see, Sir Harry, you han't set him a-capering under a French dancing-master. He does not mince it. He has not learned to walk by a courant or a boree.[84] His paces are natural, Sir Harry. _Hump._ I don't know, but 'tis so we walk in the West of England. _Sir Har._ Ay, right, Numps, and so we do. Ha! ha! ha! Pray, brother, observe his make, none of your lath-backed wishy-washy breed. Come hither, Numps--Can't you stand still? [_Apart._] [_Measuring his shoulders._ _Tip._ I presume this is not the first time, Sir Harry, you have measured his shoulders with your cane. _Sir Mar._ Look ye, brother, two foot and a-half in the shoulders. _Tip._ Two foot and a-half? We must make some settlement on the younger children. _Sir Har._ Not like him, quotha'! _Tip._ He may see his cousin when he pleases. _Hump._ But harkee, uncle, I have a scruple I had better mention before marriage than after. _Tip._ What's that? What's that? _Hump._ My cousin, you know, is akin to me, and I don't think it lawful for a young man to marry his own relations.[85] _Sir Har._ Harkee, harkee, Numps, we have got a way to solve all that.--Sirrah! Consider this cudgel! Your cousin! suppose I'd have you marry your grandmother; what then? [_Apart._ _Tip._ Well, has your father satisfied you in the point, Mr. Humphry? _Hump._ Ay, ay, sir, very well. I have not the least scruple remaining; no, no--not in the least, sir. _Tip._ Then harkee, brother, we'll go take a whet and settle the whole affair. _Sir Har._ Come, we'll leave Numps here: he knows the way--Not marry your own relations, sirrah! [_Apart._ [_Exeunt._ _Hump._ Very fine, very fine! How prettily this park is stocked with soldiers, and deer, and ducks, and ladies!--Ha! where are the old fellows gone? where can they be tro'----I'll ask these people. _Enter_ POUNCE _and_ FAINLOVE. _Hump._ Ha, you pretty young gentleman, did you see my father? _Fain._ Your father, sir? _Hump._ A weazel-faced cross old gentleman with spindle-shanks? _Fain._ No, sir. _Hump._ A crab-tree stick in his hand? _Pounce._ We han't met anybody with these marks; but sure I have seen you before--Are not you Mr. Humphry Gubbin, son and heir to Sir Henry Gubbin?