Clerk. You must stop, Madam.
Mr. R. By what authority do you dare act thus?
Clerk. Do you know me?
Mr. R. Too well, too well.
Clerk. Then you should know that when I order, it is your part to submit in silence.
Mr. R. You shall not drive her to despair.
Clerk. Pray, who are you?
Mr. R. One who has been made a beggar by thee and thy master, thou knave; a formidable beggar.
Clerk. Are you mad?
Mr. R. So well in my senses, that I should apprehend being confined under pretence of madness, if I were still rich enough.