Enter Clarissa.
Clar. Have you told him I'm at home, Flippanta?
Flip. Yes, Madam.
Clar. And that I'll see him?
Flip. Yes, that too: But here's news for you; I have just now receiv'd the restitution.
Clar. That's killing pleasure: and how much has he restor'd me?
Flip. Two hundred and thirty.
Clar. Wretched rogue! but retreat, your Master's coming to quarrel.
Flip. I'll be within call, if things run high.
[Ex. Flip.