_Serj_. Nay, I'll wait on Mr. Plausible, my lord, with all my heart; but I am sure I cannot suggest the shadow of a reason for altering my present opinion: impossible--impossible. _Plaus_. Well, well, Mr. Serjeant, do not be positive. I am sure, reason, and your client's conveniency, will always make you alter your opinion. _Serj_. Ay, ay--reason, and my client's conveniency, Mr. Plausible, will always controul my opinion, depend upon it: ay, ay! there you are right. Sir, I attend you. [_Exeunt Lawyers._ _Sir Per_. I am sorry, my lord, extremely sorry indeed, that this mistake has happened. _Lord Lum_. Upon my honour, and so am I, Sir Pertinax. _Sir Per_. But come now, after aw, your lordship must allow you have been in the wrong: come, my dear lord, you must allow me that now. _Lord Lum_. How so, my dear Sir Pertinax? _Sir Per_. Not about the boroughs, my lord, for those I do no mind of a bawbee;--but about your distrust of my friendship.--Why, do you think now--I appeal till your ain breast, my lord--do you think, I say, that I should ever have slighted your lordship's nomination till these boroughs. _Lord Lum_. Why, really, I do not think you would, Sir Pertinax, but one must be directed by one's lawyer, you know. _Sir Per_. Hah! my lord, lawyers are a dangerous species of animals to have any dependance upon: they are always starting punctilios and difficulties among friends. Why, my dear lord, it is their interest that aw mankind should be at variance: for disagreement is the vary manure with which they enrich and fatten the land of litigation; and as they find that that constantly promotes the best crop, depend upon it, they will always be sure to lay it on as thick as they can. _Lord Lum_. Come, come, my dear Sir Pertinax, you must not be angry with the serjeant for his insisting so warmly on this point--for those boroughs, you know, are my sheet anchor. _Sir Per_. I know it, my lord,--and, as an instance of my promptness to study, and of my acquiescence till your lordship's inclination, as I see that this Serjeant Eitherside wishes you weel and you him, I think now he would be as guid a man to be returned for one of those boroughs as could be pitched upon--and as such, I humbly recommend him till your lordship's consideration. _Lord Lum_. Why, my dear Sir Pertinax, to tell you the truth, I have already promised him. He must be in for one of them, and that is one reason why I insisted so strenuously: he must be in. _Sir Per_. And why not? odswunds! why not? is nai your word a fiat? and will it nai be always so till me? are ye nai my friend--my patron--and are we nai, by this match of our children, to be united intill one interest? _Lord Lum_. So I understand it, I own, Sir Pertinax.