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ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE, an Apartment in Young HoneyWOOD's
Enter Sir WILLIAM HONEYWOOD, JARVIS,
Sir William. Good Jarvis, make no apologies for this honest bluntness. Fidelity, like yours, is the best excuse for every freedom.
I cant't help being blunt, and being very angry too, when I hear you talk of disinheriting so good, so worthy a young gentleman as your nephew, my master. All the world loves him.
Say, rather, that he loves all the world; that is his fault.
Jarvis. I am sure there is no part of it more dear to him than you are, though he has not seen you since he was a child.
Sir William. What signifies his affection to me; or how can I be proud of a place in a heart, where every sharper and coxcomb find an easy entrance.
I grant you that he is rather too good-natur'd; that he is too much every man's man; that he laughs this minute with one, and cries the next with another: but whose instructions may he thank for all this?
Sir William. Not mine, sure? My letters to him during my employment in Italy, taught him only that Xphilosophy which might prevent, not defend his errors.
Faith, begging your honor's pardon, I'm sorry they taught him any philosophy at all ; it has only serv'd to spoil him. This same philosophy is a good horse in a stable, but an arrant jade on a journey. For my own part, whenever I hear him mention the name on't, I'm always sure he's going to play the fool.
Sir William, Don't let us ascribe his faults to his philosophy, I entreat you. No, Jarvis, his good nature arises rather from his fears of offending the importunate, than his desire of making the deserving happy
Jarvis. What it rises from, I don't know. But, to be sure, every body has it, that asks it.
Sir William. Ay, or that does not ask it. I have been now for some time a concealed spectator of his follies, and find them as boundless as his dissipation.
Jarvis. And yet, faith, he has some fine name or other for them all. He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting every body, universal benevolence. It was but last week he went security for a fellow whose face he scarce knew, and that he called an act of exalted mu-mu-munificence ; ay, that was the name he gave it.
And upon that I proceed, as my last effort, though with very little hopes to reclaim him. That very fellow has just absconded, and I have taken up the security. Now, my intention is to involve him in ficti. tious distress, before he has plunged himself into real calamity. To arrest him for that very debt, to clap an officer upon him, and then let him see which of his friends will come to his relief.
Jarvis. Well, if I could but any way see him thoroughly vexed, every groan of his would be music to me; yet, faith, I believe it impossible. I have tried to fret him myself every morning these three years, but, instead of being angry, he sits as calmly to hear me scold, as he does to his hair-dresser.
Sir William. We must try him once more, however, and I'll go this instant to put my scheme into execution ; and I don't despair of succeeding, as, by your means