Gripe. I'll die before I part with it, I'll keep it, and have him hang'd.
Clar. But be a little calm, my dear, do my bird, and then thou'lt be able to judge rightly of things.
Gripe. O good lack, O good lack.
Clar. No, but don't give way to fury and interest both, either of 'em are passions strong enough to lead a wise man out of the way. The necklace not being really mine, give it the man again, and come drink a dish of tea.
Brass. Ay, Madam says right.
Gripe. Oons, if you with your addle head don't know your own jewels, I with my solid one do. And if I part with it, may famine be my portion.
Clar. But don't swear and curse thyself at this fearful rate; don't, my dove: Be temperate in your words, and just in all your actions, 'twill bring a blessing upon you and all your family.
Gripe. Bring thunder and lightning upon me and my family, if I part with my necklace.
Clar. Why, you'll have the lightning burn your house about your ears, my dear, it you go on in these practices.
Mon. A most excellent woman this!