Clar. Is he gone? What a wretch it is! he never was quite such a beast before.
Flip. Poor mortal, his money's finely laid out truly.
Clar. I suppose there may have been much such another scene within between Araminta and my dear: but I left him so insupportably brisk, 'tis impossible he can have parted with any money: I'm afraid Brass has not succeeded as thou hast done, Flippanta.
Flip. By my faith but he has, and better too; he presents his humble duty to Araminta, and has sent her——this.
[Shewing the note.
Clar. A bill for my love for two hundred and fifty pounds. The monster! he wou'd not part with ten to save his lawful wife from everlasting torment.
Flip. Never complain of his avarice, Madam, as long as you have his money.
Clar. But is not he a beast, Flippanta? methinks the restitution look'd better by half.
Flip. Madam, the man's beast enough, that's certain; but which way will you go to receive his beastly money, for I must not appear with his note?