_Ash._ Be you, zur? that be deadly kind. Dear heart! it will make my auld dame quite young again, and I don't think helping a poor man will do your honour's health any harm--I don't indeed, zur--I had a thought of speaking to your worship about it--but then, thinks I, the gentleman, mayhap, be one of those that do like to do a good turn, and not have a word zaid about it--zo, zur, if you had not mentioned what I owed you, I am zure I never should--should not, indeed, zur. _Sir Philip._ Nay, I will wholly acquit you of the debt, on condition-- _Ash._ Ees, zur. _Sir Philip._ On condition, I say, you instantly turn out that boy--that Henry. _Ash._ Turn out Henry!--Ha, ha, ha! Excuse my tittering, zur; but you bees making your vun of I, zure. _Sir Philip._ I am not apt to trifle--send him instantly from you, or take the consequences. _Ash._ Turn out Henry! I do vow I shou'dn't knaw how to zet about it--I should not, indeed, zur. _Sir Philip._ You hear my determination. If you disobey, you know what will follow--I'll leave you to reflect on it. [_Exit._ _Ash._ Well, zur, I'll argufy the topic, and then you may wait upon me, and I'll tell ye. [_Makes the motion of turning out._]--I shou'd be deadly awkward at it, vor zartain--however, I'll put the case--Well! I goes whiztling whoam--noa, drabbit it! I shou'dn't be able to whiztle a bit, I'm zure. Well! I goas whoam, and I zees Henry zitting by my wife, mixing up someit to comfort the wold zoul, and take away the pain of her rheumatics--Very well! Then Henry places a chair vor I by the vire zide, and says---"Varmer, the horses be fed, the sheep be folded, and you have nothing to do but to zit down, smoke your pipe, and be happy!" Very well! [_Becomes affected._] Then I zays--"Henry, you be poor and friendless, zo you must turn out of my houze directly." Very well! then my wife stares at I--reaches her hand towards the vire place, and throws the poker at my head. Very well! then Henry gives a kind of aguish shake, and getting up, sighs from the bottom of his heart--then holding up his head like a king, zays--"Varmer, I have too long been a burden to you--Heaven protect you, as you have me--Farewell! I go." Then I says, "If thee doez I'll be domn'd!" [_With great energy._] Hollo! you Mister Sir Philip! you may come in.-- _Enter_ SIR PHILIP BLANDFORD. Zur, I have argufied the topic, and it wou'dn't be pratty--zo I can't. _Sir Philip._ Can't! absurd! _Ash._ Well, zur, there is but another word--I wont. _Sir Philip._ Indeed! _Ash._ No, zur, I won't--I'd zee myself hang'd first, and you too, zur--I wou'd indeed. [_Bowing._ _Sir Philip._ You refuse then to obey. _Ash._ I do, zur--at your zarvice. [_Bowing._ _Sir Philip._ Then the law must take its course.