Mr.H.walking, BELVIL meeting him._ _Belvil._ My old Jamaica school-fellow, that I have not seen for so many years?
it must--it can be no other than Jack _( going up to him)._ My dear Ho---- _Mr.H.( Stopping his mouth)._ Ho----! the devil.

Hush.
_Belvil._ Why, sure it is---- _Mr.H._ It is, it is your old friend Jack, that shall be nameless.
_Belvil._ My dear Ho---- _Mr.H.( Stopping him)._ Don't name it.
_Belvil._ Name what?
_Mr.H._ My curst unfortunate name.

I have reasons to conceal it for a time.
_Belvil._ I understand you--Creditors, Jack?
_Mr.H._ No, I assure you.
_Belvil._ Snapp'd up a ward, peradventure, and the whole Chancery at your heels?
_Mr.H._ I don't use to travel with such cumbersome luggage.
_Belvil._ You ha'n't taken a purse?
_Mr.H._ To relieve you at once from all disgraceful conjecture, you must know, 'tis nothing but the sound of my name.
_Belvil_ Ridiculous! 'tis true yours is none of the most romantic; but what can that signify in a man?
_Mr.H._ You must understand that I am in some credit with the ladies.
_Belvil._ With the ladies! _Mr.H._ And truly I think not without some pretensions.

My fortune-- _Belvil._ Sufficiently splendid, if I may judge from your appearance.
_Mr.H._ My figure-- _Belvil._ Airy, gay, and imposing.
_Mr.H._ My parts-- _Belvil._ Bright.
_Mr.H._ My conversation-- _Belvil._ Equally remote from flippancy and taciturnity.
_Mr.H._ But then my name--damn my name! _Belvil._ Childish! _Mr.H._ Not so.

Oh, Belvil, you are blessed with one which sighing virgins may repeat without a blush, and for it change the paternal.
But what virgin of any delicacy (and I require some in a wife) would endure to be called Mrs .----?
_Belvil._ Ha, ha, ha! most absurd.