Bib. Let me see: forty, I have already by me; take that in part, sir;—and that, and the lease of my house, would over-do it.
Lov. By all means thy lease, Will: ne'er scruple at that; hang a piece of parchment, and two bits of soft wax! thou shalt do't, thou shalt, boy.
Bib. Why, then I will, sir:—But stay, stay: now I think on't, Frances has one hundred and twenty pieces of old grandam-and-aunt gold left her, that she would never let me touch: if we could get that, Mr Loveby! but she'll never part with it.
Lov. Tis but saying the place is for her; a waiting woman's place in the custom-house: Boy, go, and tell her on't immediately. [Exit Boy
Bib. Hold a little; she has been very desirous to get a place in court, that she might take place as the queen's servant.
Lov. She shall have a dresser's place, if thou'lt keep counsel. The worst on't is, I have never a warrant ready.
Bib. 'Tis all one for that, sir; she can neither write nor read; 'tis but my telling her 'tis a warrant, and all's well. I can't but laugh to think how she'll be choused.
Lov. And you too: [Aside.] Mum, she's here, Will.
Enter FRANCES.
Franc. A waiting-woman's place in the custom-house! there's news for me! thank you, kind Mr Loveby; you have been instrumental, I hear, of my preferment.