Lady L. Why, the merchant, sir, that transmitted your bills of exchange to you in France, complains of some indirect and dishonourable dealings.
Sir H. Who, old Smuggler?
Lady L. Ay, ay, you know him, I find.
Sir H. I have some reason, I think; why, the rogue has cheated me of above five hundred pounds within these three years.
Lady L. 'Tis your business then to acquit yourself publicly; for he spreads the scandal every where.
Sir H. Acquit myself publicly! I'll drive instantly into the city, and cane the old villain: he shall run the gauntlet round the Royal Exchange.
Lady L. Why, he is in the house now, sir.
Sir H. What, in this house?
Lady L. Ay, in the next room.
Sir H. Then, sirrah, lend me your cudgel.