Richly:
I don't know about your niece, but my son is a rogue, Mrs. Prim.
Roger:
Yes, a rake who has led me astray and who has caused—
Squire: Let's not complain about each other or speak ill of those who are not present. One shouldn't condemn people without hearing them first. Pay attention, if you please, Mr. Richly. You've got to look on the bright side. If you are happy, the whole world will be happy. Besides, it's not your fault. And you can't do anything about it but kick up a fuss. If you are patient no one will laugh at you.
Richly: Go to the devil with your sophistries. But what do I see. They're running off with my fifty thousand pounds.
Mrs. Prim:
It's that bitch of a Lucy and my niece.
Richly:
And my swindler son.
(Enter Edward and the others)
Edward: Daddy, it's no longer necessary to abuse your credulity. All this has been due to the zeal of Roger to keep you out of the house while I married Belinda. I ask you to pardon my past behaviour. Bless this marriage, I beg you.
(Low) Then you can have your fifty thousand back, and I promise to be better in the future.
Richly:
Ah, gallowsbird, do you mock me?