_Sir Jol._ Even as he did before he was born nothing at all; he's dead. _Sir Dav._ Dead! what, quite dead? _Sir Jol._ As good as dead, if not quite dead; 'twas a horrid murder! and then the terror of conscience, neighbour. _Sir Dav._ And truly I have a very terrified one, friend, though I never found I had any conscience at all till now. Pray whereabout was his death's-wound? _Sir Jol._ Just here, just under his left pap, a dreadful gash. _Sir Dav._ So very wide? _Sir Jol._ Oh, as wide as my hat; you might have seen his lungs, liver, and heart, as perfectly as if you had been in his belly. _Sir Dav._ Is there no way to have him privately buried, and conceal this murder? Must I needs be hanged by the neck like a dog, neighbour? Do I look as if I would be hanged? _Sir Jol._ Truly, Sir Davy, I must deal faithfully with you, you do look a little suspiciously at present; but have you seen the devil, say you? _Sir Dav._ Ay, surely it was the devil, nothing else could have frighted me so. _Sir Jol._ Bless us, and guard us all the angels! what's that? _Sir Dav._ "Potestati sempiternæ cujus benevolentiâ servantur gentes, et cujus misericordiâ"-- [_Kneels, holding up his hands, and muttering as if he prayed._ _Sir Jol._ Neighbour, where are you, friend, Sir Davy? _Sir Dav._ Ah, whatever you do, be sure to stand close to me: where, where is it? _Sir Jol._ Just, just there, in the shape of a coach and six horses against the wall. _Sir Dav._ Deliver us all! he won't carry me away in that coach and six, will he? _Sir Jol._ Do you see it? [_Exit._ _Sir Dav._ See it! plain, plain: dear friend, advise me what I shall do: Sir Jolly, Sir Jolly, do you hear nothing? Sir Jolly--ha! has he left me alone, Vermin? _Ver._ Sir. _Sir Dav._ Am I alive? Dost thou know me again? Am I thy quondam master, Sir Davy Dunce? _Ver._ I hope I shall never forget you, sir. _Sir Dav._ Didst thou see nothing? _Ver._ Yes, sir, methought the house was all a-fire, as it were. _Sir Dav._ Didst thou not see how the devils grinned and gnashed their teeth at me, Vermin? _Ver._ Alas, sir, I was afraid one of 'em would have bit off my nose, as he vanished out of the door. _Sir Dav._ Lead me away, I'll go to my wife, I'll die by my own dear wife. Run away to the Temple, and call Counsellor, my lawyer; I'll make over my estate presently, I shan't live till noon; I'll give all I have to my wife. Ha, Vermin! _Ver._ Truly, sir, she's a very good lady. _Sir Dav._ Ah, much, much too good for me, Vermin; thou canst not imagine what she has done for me, man; she would break her heart if I should give any thing away from her, she loves me so dearly. Yet if I do die, thou shalt have all my old shoes.