Gripe. Courtesy! what courtesy?
Aml. A little money only that madam had present need of, please to pay me that, and I demand no more.
Brass. So here's fresh game, I have started a new hare, I find.
[Aside.
Gripe. How forsooth, is this true?
[To Clarissa.
Clar. You are in a humour at present, love, to believe any thing, so I won't take the pains to contradict it.
Brass. This damn'd necklace will spoil all our affairs, this is Dick's luck again.
[Aside.
Gripe. Are you not asham'd of these ways? Do you see how you are expos'd before your best friends here? don't you blush at it?