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a man! I like you, Herman! Here, take this purse!—It should be heavier, were I the master here.
Herman.
Good Sir, I thank you heartily.—'Tis my most earnest wish you were so.
Francis.
Say you so, good Herman? Do you really,—do you in your heart wish me to be the master?—But my father,—he has the marrow of a lion in his bones; and I am but a younger son.—
Herman.
I wish you were the elder,—and he in the last stage of a consumption.
Francis.
Ha! were that the case, the eldest son would not forget you, my friend.—Then would he raise you from the dust;—from that low condition which so ill becomes your merits,—nay, your birth:—he would draw you forth into light:—Then should you roll in gold,—a splendid equipage;—then would,—but I have wandered from what I meant to say.—Have you quite forgot the fair Edelreich, Herman?
Herman.