[Aside.
Enter Mrs. Amlet.
Gripe. I'll keep my necklace.
Brass. Will you so? then here comes one has a title to it, if I han't; let Dick bring himself off with her as he can. Mrs. Amlet, you are come in very good time, you lost a necklace t'other day, and who do you think has got it?
Aml. Marry, that I know not, I wish I did.
Brass. Why then here's Mr. Gripe has it, and swears 'tis his wife's.
Gripe. And so I do, sirrah——look here, Mistress, do you pretend this is yours?
Aml. Not for the round world I wou'd not say it; I only kept it to do Madam a small courtesy? that's all.
Clar. Ah, Flippanta, all will out now.
[Aside to Flip.