Brass. You know you gave me a bank-bill this morning to receive for you.
Dick. I did so, of fifty pounds, 'tis thine. So, now thou are satisfy'd, all's fix'd.
Brass. It is not indeed. There's a diamond necklace you robb'd your mother of ev'n now.
Dick. Ah, you Jew.
Brass. No words.
Dick. My dear Brass!
Brass. I insist.
Dick. My old friend.
Brass. Dick Amlet [Raising his voice.] I insist.
Dick. Ah the Cormorant——Well, 'tis thine: but thou'lt never thrive with it.