Sir GEORGE. Why what the devil can I do? TRANSFER. Good me, I did not know your honour had been fo prefs'd. My Honour preft! Yes, my Honour is not only preft, but ruin'd, unless I can raise money to redeem it. That blockhead Loader, to depend upon this old doating TRANSFER. Well, well, now I declare, I am quite forry to fee your But come, don't be caft down: Tho' money is not to be had, money's worth may, and that's the fame thing. Sir GEORGE. How, dear Transfer ? TRANSFER. Why I have, at my warehouse in the city, ten cafks of whale-blubber, a large cargo of Dantzick dowlafs, with a curious fortment of Birmingham hafts, and Whitney blankets for exportation. Hey! Sir GEORGE. TRANS TRANSFER. And stay, ftay, then again, at my countryhouse, the bottom of Gray's-Inn-Lane, there's a hundred tun of fine old hay, only damag'd a little last winter, for want of thatching; with forty load of flint ftones. Well. Sir GEORGE. TRANSFER. Your Honour may have all these for a reafonable profit, and convert them into cafh. do Sir GEORGE. Blubber and blankets! Why, you old rascal, you banter me? Troop, I fay, unless you have a mind to go a fhorter way than you came. [Ex. Tr. And yet there is fomething fo uncommonly ridiculous in his propofal; that were my mind more at ease. [Enter LOADER.] So, fir, you have recommended me to a fine fellow. Enter LOADER. LOADER. What's the matter? Sir GEORGE. He can't supply me with a fhilling! And wants, befides, to make me a dealer in dowlas. LOADER. Ay, and a very good commodity too. People that are upon ways and means, must not be nice, knight. A pretty piece of work you have made here! Thrown up the cards, with the game in your hands.. Sir GEORGE. Why, prythee, of what ufe wou'd his LOA DE R. Ufe! of every ufe. ufe. Procure Procure you the spankers, my boy. I have a broker, that in a twinkling, fhall take off your bargain. Indeed. Sir GEORGE. LOADER. Indeed! Ay, indeed. You fit down to hazard, and not know the chances! I'll call him back.-Holo, Transfer. A pretty, little, bufy, bufding-You may travel miles, before you will meet with his match. If there is one pound in the city, he will get it. He creeps, like a ferret, into their bags, and makes the yellow boys bolt again. I Enter I 2XL T Enter TRANSFER. L Come hither, little Transfer; what, man, our Minor was a little too hafty; He did not understand trap; knows nothing of the game, my dear. TRANSFER. What I faid, was to ferve Sir George; as he feem'd LOADER. I told him fo; Well, well, we will take thy commodities, were they as many more. But try, pr'ythee, if thou coud'ft not procure us fome of the ready, for prefent fpending. TRANSFER. Let me confider. LOADER. Ay, do, come: fhuffle thy brains; never fear the baronet. To let a lord of lands want hiners; 'tis a fhame. TRANSFER. I do recollect, in this quarter of the town, an old friend, that us'd to do things in this way. LIO A D E R. I' - Slam me, but he has nick'd the chance. TRANS TRANSFER. A hard man, mafter Loader. Sir GEORGES No matter. TRANSFER. His demands are exorbitant. Sir GEORGE. That is no fault of ours. LOADER. Well faid, knight. TRANSFER. But to fave time, I had better mention his Then, as you are not of age, five more for enfuring your life. A LOADER, We will give it. A TRANS |