Clink. Ah! I am an undone woman.
Plot. Has he burnt any bank-bills, or a new Mechlin head-dress?
Clink. My works! my works!
1st Play. Has he destroyed the writings of an estate, or your billet doux?
Clink. A Pindarick ode! five similes! and half an epilogue!
2d Play. Has he thrown a new fan or your pearl necklace into the flames?
Clink. Worse, worse! The tag of the acts of a new comedy! a prologue sent by a person of quality three copies of recommendatory verses! and two Greek mottos!
Foss. Gentlemen, if you please to walk out.
2d Play. You shall have our positive answer concerning your tragedy, madam, in an hour or two.
[Exit Sir Tremendous, Plotwell and Players.
Foss. Though this affair looks but ill; yet I will not be over-rash: What says Lybanius? 'A false accusation often recoils upon the accuser;' and I have suffered already by too great precipitation.
[Exit Fossile.