Clip. 'Twas a young fellow that I know: I can't tell whether he may be guilty, tho' its like enough. But he has only left it me now, to shew a brother of our trade, and will call upon me again presently.
Gripe. Wheedle him hither, dear Mr. Clip. Here's my neighbour Money-trap in the house; he's a justice, and will commit him presently.
Clip. 'Tis enough.
Enter Brass.
Gripe. O, my friend Brass!
Brass. Hold, Sir, I think that's a gentleman I'm looking for. Mr. Clip, O your servant; what, are you acquainted here? I have just been at your shop.
Clip. I only stept here to shew Mr. Gripe the necklace you left.
Brass. Why, Sir, you understand jewels? [To Gripe.] I thought you had dealt only in gold. But I smoak the matter; hark you——a word in your ear——you are going to play the gallant again, and make a purchase on't for Araminta; ha, ha?
Gripe. Where had you the necklace?
Brass. Look you, don't trouble yourself about that; it's in commission with me, and I can help you to a pennyworth on't.