MARIAN
Marian is no judge of these things.
FLINT
They call me oppressive, grinding.—I know not what—
MARIAN
Alas!
FLINT
Usurer, extortioner. Am I these things?
MARIAN You are Marian's kind and careful father. That is enough for a child to know.
FLINT Here, girl, is a little box of jewels, which the necessities of a foolish woman of quality have transferred into our true and lawful possession. Go, place them with the trinkets that were your mother's. They are all yours, Marian, if you do not cross me in your marriage. No gentry shall match into this house, to flout their wife hereafter with her parentage. I will hold this business with convulsive grasp to my dying day. I will plague these poor, whom you speak so tenderly of.
MARIAN
You frighten me, father. Do not frighten Marian.
FLINT
I have heard them say, There goes Flint—Flint, the cruel pawnbroker!
MARIAN
Stay at home with Marian. You shall hear no ugly words to vex you.
FLINT
You shall ride in a gilded chariot upon the necks of these poor,
Marian. Their tears shall drop pearls for my girl. Their sighs shall be
good wind for us. They shall blow good for my girl. Put up the jewels,
Marian. [Exit.]