A pretty name; what is her dowry, pray?
Cap. A hundred thousand on her wedding-day.
Mer. The noble Plaster Paris seeks her hand?
Cap. Yes, and to marry him is my command.
Mer. O wild old man! I came to ope your eyes,
To save you from a fearful sacrifice.
Cap. How, now? speak out! you rouse my wildest fears!
Mer. Hush, hush, old man! they say the walls have ears.
To save you fifty thousand dollars, I agree,
If for one moment you will list to me.