Gay. I know you are the best of Landladies, As such I drink your Health— [Drinks. But to upbraid a Man in Tribulation—fie—’tis not done like a Woman of Honour, a Man that loves you too.
[She drinks.
Land. I am a little hasty sometimes, but you know my good Nature.
Gay. I do, and therefore trust my little wants with you. I shall be rich again—and then, my dearest Landlady—
Land. Wou’d this Wine might ne’er go through me, if I wou’d not go, as they say, through Fire and Water—by Night or by Day for you. [She drinks.
Gay. And as this is Wine I do believe thee. [He drinks.
Land. Well—you have no money in your Pocket now, I’ll warrant you— here—here’s ten Shillings for you old Greg’ry knows not of. [Opens a great greasy purse.
Gay. I cannot in Conscience take it, good Faith, I cannot—besides, the next Quarrel you’ll hit me in the Teeth with it.
Land. Nay, pray no more of that; forget it, forget it. I own I was to blame—here, Sir, you shall take it.
Gay. Ay,—but what shou’d I do with Money in these damn’d Breeches? —No, put it up—I can’t appear abroad thus—no, I’ll stay at home, and lose my business.