Clar. I do blush, my dear, but 'tis for you, that here it shou'd appear to the world, you keep me so bare of money, I'm forc'd to pawn my jewels.
Gripe. Impudent houswife!
[Raising his hand to strike her.
Clar. Softly, chicken: you might have prevented all this by giving me the two hundred and fifty pounds you sent to Araminta e'en now.
Brass. You see, Sir, I deliver'd your note: how I have been abus'd to-day!
Gripe. I'm betray'd——jades on both sides, I see that.
[Aside.
Mon. But, Madam, Madam, is this true I hear? Have you taken a present of two hundred and fifty pounds? Pray what were you to return for these pounds, Madam, ha?
Aram. Nothing, my dear, I only took 'em to reimburse you of about the same sum you sent to Clarissa.
Mon. Hum, hum, hum.