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Sir Will. Say rather, that he loves all the world; that is his fault.
Jarvis. I'm 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 Will. What signifies his affection to me? or how can I be proud of a place in a heart where every sharper and coxcomb finds an easy entrance ?
Jarvis. I grant that he's rather too good-natured ; and that he's 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 Will. Not mine, sure ! My letters to him during my employment in Italy, taught him only that philosophy which might prevent, not defend, his
Jarvis. Faith, begging your honour's pardon, I'm sorry they taught him any philosophy at all; it has only served to spoil him. This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an errant 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 Will. 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, everybody has it that asks it.
Sir Will. Ay, or that does not ask it. I have been he gave
now for some time a concealed spectator of his follies, and find them as boundless as his dissipation.
Jarvis. And yet, he has some fine name or other for them all. He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting everybody, 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
it. Sir Will. 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 fictitious 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 in any way see him thoroughly vexed, every groan of his would be music to me; yet, I believe it is 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 hairdresser.
Sir Will. 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 I can have frequent opportunities of being about him, without being known. What a pity it is, Jarvis, that any man's good-will to others should produce so much neglect of himself, as to require correction ! Yet, we mist touch his weaknesses with a delicate hand. There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence, that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue. !
[Exit. Jarvis. Well, go thy ways, Sir William Honeywood. It is not without reason that the world allows thee to be the best of men. But here comes his hopeful nephew; the strange, good-natured, foolish, openhearted. And yet, all his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
Enter HONEYWOOD. Honeywood. Well, Jarvis, what messages from my friends this morning ?
Jarvis. You have no friends
Jarvis. [Pulling out bills.] A few of our usual cards of compliment, that's all. This bill from your tailor; this from your mercer; and this from the little broker in Crooked Lane. He says he has been at a great deal of trouble to get back the money you borrowed.
Honeywood. That I don't know; but I'm more sure we were at a great deal of trouble in getting him to lend it.
Jarvis. He has lost all patience.
Jarvis. There's that ten guineas you were sending to the poor gentleman and his children in the Fleet. I believe that would stop his mouth, for a while at least.
Honeywood. Ay, Jarvis, but what will fill their mouths in the meantime ? Must I be cruel because he happens to be importunate; and, to relieve his avarice, leave them to insupportable distress?
Jarvis. Sir, the question now is, how to relieve yourself-yourself. Haven't I reason to be out of my senses, when I see things going at sixes and sevens ?
Honeywood. Whatever reason you may have for being out of your senses, I hope you'll allow that I'm not quite unreasonable for continuing in mine.
Jarvis. You're the only man alive in your present situation that could do so. Everything upon the waste. There's Miss Richland and her fine fortune gone already, and upon the point of being given to your rival.
Honeywood. I'm no man's rival.
Jarvis. Your uncle in Italy preparing to disinherit you : your own fortune almost spent; and nothing but pressing creditors, false friends, and a pack of drunken servants that your kindness has made unfit for any other family.
Honeywood. Then they have the more occasion for being in mine.
Jarvis. So! What will you have done with him that I caught stealing your plate in the pantry ? In the fact; I caught him in the fact.
Honeywood. In the fact? If so, I really think that we should pay him his wages and turn him off.
Jarvis. He shall be turned off at Tyburn, the dog ; we'll hang him if it be only to frighten the rest of the family.
Honeywood. No, Jarvis; it's enough that we have lost what he has stolen ; let us not add to it the loss of a fellow-creature.
Jarvis. Very fine; well, here was the footman just now, to complain of the butler; he says he does most work, and ought to have most wages.
Honeywood. That's but just: though perhaps hero comes the butler to complain of the footman.
Jarvis. Ay, its the way with them all, from the scul. lion to the privy councillor. If they have a bad master, they keep guarrelling with him ; if they have a good master, they keep quarrelling with one another.
Enter BUTLER, drunk. Butler. Sir, I'll not stay in the family with Jonathan: you must part with him, or part with me—that's the ex-ex-position of the matter, sir.
Honeywood. Full and explicit enough. But what's his fault, good Philip?
Butler. Sir, he's given to drinking, sir, and I shall have my morals corrupted by keeping such company.
Honeywood. Ha! ha! he has such a diverting way
Jarvis. Oh! quite amusing.
Butler. I find my wines a-going sir; and liquors don't
without mouths sir; I hate a drunkard, sir. Honeywood. Well, well, Philip, I'll hear you upod that another time, so go to bed now.
Jarvis. To bed! Let him to
Butler. Begging your honour's pardon, and begging your pardon, master Jarvis, I'll not go to bed. I have enough to do to mind my cellar. I forgot, your