Book. Fifty guineas! Yes, sir. You shall have them with all my heart, if you will give me security for them. Fifty guineas for a play! Sir, I would not give fifty shillings.
Luck. 'Sdeath, sir! do you beat me down at this rate?
Book. No, nor fifty farthings. Fifty guineas! Indeed your name is well worth that.
Luck. Jack, take this worthy gentleman and kick him down stairs.
Book. Sir, I shall make you repent this.
Jack. Come, sir, will you please to brush?
Book. Help! murder! I'll have the law of you, sir.
Luck. Ha, ha, ha!
SCENE VIII.—LUCKLESS, WITMORE, MRS MONEYWOOD.
Money. What noise is this? It is a very fine thing, truly, Mr Luckless, that you will make these uproars in my house.