say, the remainder thereof, as well as that of Tr -- Tr -- triplet.
BRAM. You go upon the deed of Sir Ralph, made in the middle of the last century, precedent to that in
|which old Cimberton made over the remainder,||455|
|But we shall not purchase what is in us for||460|
|TAR. Sir, Gr -- Gr -- her is --||465|
BRAM. I apprehend you very well, and your argument might be of force, and we would be inclined to hear that in all its parts. But, sir, I see very plainly what you are going into. I tell you, it is as
|probable a contingent that Sir Geoffry may die||470|
TAR. Sir, we are not ripe for that yet, but I must say --
BRAM. Sir, I allow you the whole extent of that
|argument; but that will go no farther than as||475|
|TAR. Sir, I have not patience to be told||480|
BRAM. I will allow it you, Mr. Sergeant; but there must be the word 'heirs for ever,' to make such an estate as you pretend.
|CIMB. I must be impartial, though you are||485|
|have both considered this matter and are firm||490|
|copy of what you say, in English.||495|
BRAM. Why, what is all we have been saying? In English! -- Oh! but I forgot myself; you're a wit. But, however, to please you, sir, you shall have it in as plain terms as the law will admit of.
|CIMB. But I would have it, sir, without de||500|
BRAM. That, sir, the law will not admit of. The courts are sitting at Westminster, and I am this moment obliged to be at every one of them, and 'twould
|be wrong if I should not be in the Hall to at||505|
|TAR. Agreed, agreed.||510|
CIMB. Mr. Bramble is very quick; he parted a little abruptly.
TAR. He could not bear my argument; I pinched him to the quick about that Gr -- Gr -- ber.
|MRS. SEAL. I saw that, for he durst not so||515|
TAR. I shall be at my chambers at my usual hours.
|CIMB. Madam, if you please, I'll now attend||520|
MRS. SEAL. 'Tis a wonderful thing, Sir, that men
|of professions do not study to talk the sub||525|
CIMB. They might, perhaps, madam, with people of your good sense; but with the generality 'twould
|never do. The vulgar would have no respect||530|
Truth is too simple, of all art bereaved: Since the world will -- why, let it be deceived.
Scene, BEVIL JUNIOR'S lodgings.
BEVIL JUNIOR, with a letter in his hand,
followed by TOM.
TOM. Upon my life, Sir, I know nothing of the matter. I never opened my lips to Mr. Myrtle about anything of your honor's letter to Madam Lucinda.
BEV. JUN. What's the fool in such a fright for?
|I don't suppose you did. What I would know is,||5|
TOM. Why, sir, if he did ask me any questions,
|how could I help it?||10|
BEV. JUN. I don't say you could, oaf! I am not questioning you, but him. What did be say to you?
TOM. Why, Sir, when I came to his chambers, to be dressed for the lawyer's part your honor was
|pleased to put me upon, he asked me if I had||15|