Lew. There is such constant intrusion.
Clar. Hem! and a great deal of distress too, and--
[Exit Lewis.
SCENE IV.
Enter Privy Counsellor.
P. Coun. Well, what should it be? Petitions, memorials, poverty, and faint hopes of relief.
Clar. Why, if you cannot relieve, mercy on us!
P. Coun. They are repeated so often, and I have so much business--
Clar. Now that you have been made a Privy Counsellor, I fear it will still be worse! Well, heaven grant you health, and may you act as you ought, and all may be well yet.
P. Coun. Why, father, did you return the money I sent?--