Enter Dick.
Cor. Look, look, Flippanta, here's the colonel come at last.
Dick. Ladies, I ask your pardon, I have stay'd so long, but——
Aml. Ah rogue's face, have I got thee, old Good-for-nought? sirrah, sirrah, do you think to amuse me with your marriages, and your great fortunes? Thou hast play'd me a rare prank by my conscience. Why you ungracious rascal, what do you think will be the end of all this? Now Heaven forgive me, but I have a great mind to hang thee for't.
Cor. She talks to him very familiarly, Flippanta.
Flip. So methinks, by my faith.
Brass. Now the rogue's star is making an end of him.
[Aside.
Dick. What shall I do with her?
[Aside.