Brass. He makes me mad. Here's an appearance of something now to the company, and yet nothing in't in the bottom.
Enter Constable.
Clar. Flippanta!
[Aside to Flippanta, shewing the necklace.
Flip. 'Tis it, faith; here's some mystery in this, we must look about us.
Clar. The safest way is point blank to disown the necklace.
Flip. Right, stick to that.
Gripe. Well, Madam, do you know your old acquaintance, ha?
Clar. Why, truly, my dear, tho' (as you may all imagine) I shou'd be very glad to recover so valuable a thing as my necklace, yet I must be just to all the world, this necklace is not mine.
Brass. Huzza——here constable do your duty; Mr. Justice, I demand my necklace, and satisfaction of him.