Parly. No, madam: he met Alderman Smuggler at Charing-Cross, who has promised to wait on you himself immediately.
Lady L. 'Tis odd that this old rogue should pretend to love me, and at the same time cheat me of my money.
Parly. 'Tis well, madam, if he don't cheat you of your estate; for you say the writings are in his hands.
Lady L. But what satisfaction can I get of him?——Oh! here he comes!
Enter Smuggler.
Mr. Alderman, your servant; have you brought me any money, sir?
Smug. 'Faith, madam, trading is very dead; what with paying the taxes, losses at sea abroad, and maintaining our wives at home, the bank is reduced very low; money is very scarce.
Lady L. Come, come, sir; these evasions won't serve your turn: I must have money, sir—I hope you don't design to cheat me?
Smug. Cheat you, madam! have a care what you say: I'm an alderman, madam——Cheat you, madam! I have been an honest citizen these five-and-thirty years.
Lady L. An honest citizen! Bear witness, Parly—I shall trap him in more lies presently. Come, sir, though I am a woman, I can take a remedy.