_Sham_. I must confess I am of your mind, and therefore have been studying a Revenge, sutable to the Affront: and if I can judge any thing, I have hit it. Sir _Tim_. Hast thou? dear _Sham_, out with it. _Sham_. Why, Sir--what think you of debauching his Sister? Sir _Tim_. Why, is there such a thing in Nature? _Sham_. You know he has a Sister, Sir. Sir _Tim_. Yes, rich, and fair. _Sham_. Both, or she were not worthy of your Revenge. Sir _Tim_. Oh, how I love Revenge, that has a double Pleasure in it--and where--and where is this fine piece of Temptation? _Sham_. In being, Sir--but _Sharp_ here, and I, have been at some cost in finding her out. Sir _Tim_. Ye shall be overpaid--there’s Gold, my little _Maquere_--but she’s very handsom? _Sharp_. As a Goddess, Sir. Sir _Tim_. And art thou sure she will be leud? _Sharp_. Are we sure she’s a Woman, Sir?--Sure, she’s in her Teens, has Pride and Vanity--and two or three Sins more that I cou’d name, all which never fail to assist a Woman in Debauchery--But, Sir, there are certain People that belong to her, that must be consider’d too. Sir _Tim_. Stay, Sir, e’er I part with more Money, I’ll be certain what returns ‘twill make me--that is, I’ll see the Wench, not to inform my self, how well I like her, for that I shall do, because she is new, and _Bellmour’s_ Sister--but to find what possibility there is in gaining her.--I am us’d to these things, and can guess from a Look, or a Kiss, or a Touch of the Hand--but then I warrant, ‘twill come to the knowledge of _Betty Flauntit_. _Sham_. What, Sir, then it seems you doubt us? Sir _Tim_. How do you mean, your Honesty or Judgment? I can assure you, I doubt both. _Sharp_. How, Sir, doubt our Honesty! Sir _Tim_. Yes--why, I hope neither of you pretend to either, do you? _Sham_. Why, Sir, what, do you take us for Cheats? Sir _Tim_. As errant, as any’s in Christendom. _Sharp_. How, Sir? Sir _Tim_. Why, how now--what, fly in my Face? Are your Stomachs so queasy, that Cheat won’t down with you? _Sham_. Why, Sir, we are Gentlemen; and though our ill Fortunes have thrown us on your Bounty, we are not to be term’d-- Sir _Tim_. Why, you pair of Hectors--whence this Impudence?--Do ye know me, ye Raggamuffins? _Sham_. Yes, but we knew not that you were a Coward before. You talkt big, and huft where-e’er you came, like an errant Bully; and so long we reverenc’d you--but now we find you have need of our Courage, we’ll stand on our own Reputations. Sir _Tim_. Courage and Reputation!--ha, ha, ha--why, you lousy Tatterdemallions--dare ye talk of Courage and Reputation? _Sharp_. Why, Sir, who dares question either? Sir _Tim_. He that dares try it. [Kicks ‘em. _Sharp_. Hold, Sir, hold. _Sham_. Enough, enough, we are satisfy’d. Sir _Tim_. So am not I, ye mangy Mungrels, till I have kickt Courage and Reputation out of ye. _Sham_. Hold there, Sir, ‘tis enough, we are satisfy’d, that you have Courage.