these Fellows are to share it with her.

_Tot_. She pick my Pocket! why she had a Furbelow-Scarf on.

Sir _Har_. Come, come, I'll reimburse you, and send you back into the
Country; you are not sharp enough for the Profession design'd you; where
you may boast among your ignorant Acquaintance, that you have a perfect
Knowledge o' the Town, for you have met with two very great Rogues, got
drunk at a Tavern, been at a common Brothel, and have had your Pocket
pickt of a Hundred Pounds. [_To_ Knapsack.] For you, Friend, the
_Collonel_ will take care of you; [_To_ Shrimp.] and for you, Rascal----

_Bram_. I profess, Sir _Harry_, a Couple of promising Youths; a Boy shou'd
n't be trusted with so much Money; these Persons have seen the World, and
know how to employ it----Gentlemen, if your Masters discard you, I'll
entertain you. [_Aside_.] I find by their Phis'nomies they'll be rising
Men; and tho' they came sneaking into the World, like other People, and
paid a Tax for their Births, they'll go out of it a more sublime way, and
cheat the Church of their Burials.

_Col_. Punish'd they shall be, but 'tis now unseasonable; this Day I'd
wish an universal _Jubilee_----What say you to a Dance, good People, my
Lady's Servants are all musical.

_A DANCE._

Col. _The Wav'ring Nymph, with Pride and Envy sir'd,
Ranges the World, to be by all admir'd;
Thro' distant Courts, and Climes, she bears her way,
And like the Sun, wou'd course 'em in a Day;