Dick. Why faith, Brass, I think thou art in the right on't; I must fix my affairs quickly, or Madam Fortune will be playing some of her bitch-tricks with me: therefore I'll tell thee what we'll do; we'll pursue this old rogue's daughter heartily; we'll cheat his family to purpose, and they shall atone for the rest of mankind.
Brass. Have at her then, I'll about your business presently.
Dick. One kiss——and success attend thee.
[Exit Dick.
Brass. A great rogue——Well, I say nothing. But when I have got the thing into a good posture, he shall sign and seal, or I'll have him tumbled out of the house like a cheese. Now for Flippanta.
[He knocks.
Enter Flippanta.
Flip. Who's that? Brass!
Brass. Flippanta!
Flip. What want you, rogue's-face?