Const. It seems you went post, servant: in troth you are a rank rider, to go to the north of Scotland, stay and take possession, and return again, in ten days time.
Isa. I never knew your grandmother was a Scotch woman: Is she not a Tartar too? Pray whistle for her, and let's see her dance; come—whist, grannee!
Const. Fie, fie, servant; what, no invention in you? all this while a-studying for a name of your manor? come, come, where lies it? tell me.
Lov. No, faith, I am wiser than so; I'll discover my seat to no man; so I shall have some damned lawyer keep a prying into my title, to defeat me of it.
Const. How then shall I be satisfied, there is such a thing in nature?
Lov. Tell me what jewel you would wear, and you shall have it: Enquire into my money, there's the trial.
Const. Since you are so flush, sir, you shall give me a locket of diamonds, of three hundred pounds.
Isa. That was too severe; you know he has but two hundred and fifty pounds to bestow. [_To her.
Lov_. Well, you shall have it, madam: But I cannot higgle; I know you'll say it did not cost above two hundred pieces.
Isa. I'll be hanged if he does not present you with a parcel of melted flints set in gold, or Norfolk pebbles.