SCENE, Gripe's House.
Enter Brass and Flippanta.
Brass. Well, you agree I'm in the right, don't you?
Flip. I don't know; if your master has the estate he talks of, why not do't all above-board? Well, tho' I am not much of his mind, I'm much in his interest, and will therefore endeavour to serve him in his own way.
Brass. That's kindly said, my child, and I believe I shall reward thee one of these days, with as pretty a fellow to thy husband for't, as——
Flip. Hold your prating, Jack-a-dandy, and leave me to my business.
Brass. I obey—adieu. [Kisses her.]
[Exit Brass.
Flip. Rascal!