Brazen. Gadso, ay——
Kite.—Or no—but I must have the year and the day of the month when these letters were dated.
Brazen. Why, you old bitch! did you ever hear of love letters dated with the year and day of the month? do you think billetdoux are like bank bills?
Kite. They are not so good, my dear—but if they bear no date, I must examine the contents.
Brazen. Contents! that you shall, old boy! here they be both.
Kite. Only the last you received, if you please. [Takes the Letter.] Now, sir, if you please to let me consult my books for a minute, I'll send this letter enclosed to you with the determination of the stars upon it to your lodgings.
Brazen. With all my heart—I must give him—[Puts his Hands in his Pockets.] Algebra! I fancy, doctor, 'tis hard to calculate the place of your nativity—Here—[Gives him Money.] And, if I succeed, I'll build a watch-tower on the top of the highest mountain in Wales, for the study of astrology, and the benefit of the Conundrums.
[Exit.
Enter Plume and Worthy.
Wor. O doctor! that letter's worth a million; let me see it: and now I have it, I'm afraid to open it.