Land. Why, is there no way to redeem one of your Suits?
Gay. None—none—I’ll e’en lay me down and die.
Land. Die—marry, Heavens forbid—I would not for the World—let me see—hum—what does it lie for?
Gay. Alas! dear Landlady, a Sum—a Sum.
Land. Well, say no more, I’ll lay about me.
Gay. By this kiss but you shall not—Assafetida, by this Light.
Land. Shall not? that’s a good one, i’faith: shall you rule, or I?
Gay. But shou’d your Husband know it?—
Land. Husband—marry come up, Husbands know Wives secrets? No, sure, the World’s not so bad yet—where do your things lie? and for what?
Gay. Five Pounds equips me—Rag can conduct you—but I say you shall not go, I’ve sworn.