my good David, to mind such small trifles as these.
DAVID(with his face brightening).
Lord love you, sir! I have both given and taken short words ere now: that is nothing to me. But I wish I may remember to call your honour in the morning, for as I was a saying, a man with a short memory——
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
Yes, yes, let us have it all now, as we go along; and put this under your pillow to prevent you from over-sleeping yourself, my friend David.(Giving him money.)
DAVID.
O Lord, sir, I can't refuse any thing your honour offers me, but there is no occasion for this.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
Put it in your pocket, man: there is a virtue in it. (They move on; Sir John following David, and Worshipton kicking his shins from side to side, with affected carelessness, as he goes after him.)
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD(archly turning as he goes out).
Thou'rt making a strange noise with thy feet, Worshipton. (Exeunt.
