Pantaloon.. But if you had not pledged yourself to pay her debts besides you would be still twelve thousand five hundred pounds the richer.
Eglantine.. True!
Pantaloon.. And I must warn your lordship that all this done, if it's to be done, you will have left to you a mere fifteen thousand pounds in stocks. That, and no more in the world.
Eglantine.. Fifteen?
Pantaloon.. Exactly.
Eglantine.. How lucky. The very sum I lost last night to Sir Jeffrey Rake. Had it been more how could I have paid him? Had it been less we should have been troubled with the change.
Pantaloon.. My lord, my lord!
Eglantine.. You seem distressed. Quin, a glass of wine for Mr. Talon to restore him.
[In a flash Quin has re-filled his glass with wine.
Pantaloon.. You are ruined!