“Sir, do you think I am made of Money, or can you imagine the Treasure of a Nation will supply your Extravagance?  The Value I have for you on Account of your Father, who was my good Friend, has made me tire all my Acquaintance, by borrowing of them to furnish your Pockets:  However, I’ll try, if I cannot borrow One Thousand more for you, tho’ I wish your Estate will bear it, and that I don’t out of my Love to you, rashly bring myself into Trouble.  You know I am engaged for all; and if the Mortgage you have given should not be valid, I am an undone Man.  I can’t, I protest, raise this Money under Fifteen per Cent, and it’s cheap, very cheap, considering how scarce a Commodity it is grown.  It’s a Pity so generous a young Gentleman should be straiten’d.  I don’t question a Pair of Gloves for the Trouble I have.  I know you too well to insist on’t:  I am old and crazy, Coach-hire is very dear, I can’t walk, God help me, and my Circumstances won’t afford a Coach.  A Couple of Guineas is a Trifle with you:  I’ll get you the Thousand Pound, if I can, at Fifteen per Cent. but if my Friend should insist on Twenty (for Money is very hard to be got with the best Security) must I refuse it?  Yes; I can’t suffer you to pay such an exorbitant Premium; it is too much, too much in Conscience; I can’t advise you to it.”

The young Gentleman answer’d, he was sensible of his Friendship, and left all to him.

  “Well, well, said the Miser, come again two Hours hence, I’ll see
  what’s to be done.”

He went away, t’other barr’d the Door after him, and falls to rummaging his Bags, and telling out the Sum to be lent to the young Gentleman:  When, on a sudden, his Doors flew open, and a Couple of Rogues bound him in his Bed, and went off laden with Baggs.  Soon after, a meagre Servant comes in, and unbinds him; he tears his Hair, raves, stamps, and has all the Gestures of a Madman; he sends the Servant out, takes a Halter, throws it over a Beam, and going to hang himself, vanishes.

Soon after, he appeared again with Officers, who hurry the young Gentleman to Goal.  He follows him, gets his Estate made over to him, and then sets his Prisoner at Liberty:  The Scene of the Goal vanishes, and he’s in a noble Mansion-Seat with the young Gentleman in Rags, who gives him Possession, and receives a Trifle from him for that Consideration.  He turns away all the Servants, and in a Palace he is alone roasting an Egg over a Handful of Fire for his Dinner.  His Son comes in, as he is by himself, goes to murder him, and he vanishes again.  He returns to our Sight, digging in his Garden, and hiding Money, for Soldiers appear in the neighbouring Village:  He has scarce buried it, when they rifle his House; this makes us lose him again for a little Space.  His Coachman comes to him, tells him his Son is kill’d; he answers,

  “No matter, he was a great Expence, I shall save at least Forty
  Pounds a Year by his Death, it’s a good Legacy, Tom.”