Job. What, the vessel with all your property?
[To Pereg.
Dennis. By all that's amazing, they say you have a hundred thousand pounds in that ship.
Pereg. My losses might have been somewhat more without this recovery. I have entered into a sort of partnership with you, my friend, this morning. How can we dissolve it?
Job. You are an honest man; so am I; so settle that account as you like.
Pereg. Come forth, then, injured simplicity;—of your own cause you shall be now the arbitress.
Mary. Do not make me speak, sir, I am so humbled—so abash'd——
Job. Nonsense! we are sticking up for right.
Pereg. Will you then speak, Mr. Rochdale?
Frank. My father is bereft of a fortune, sir; but I must hesitate till his fiat is obtained, as much as if he possess'd it.