Aram. And have had the assurance to put upon us all this while?
Flip. And the confidence to think of marrying Corinna.
Brass. And the impudence to hire me for your servant, who am as well born as yourself.
Clar. Indeed I think he shou'd be corrected.
Aram. Indeed I think he deserves to be cudgell'd.
Flip. Indeed I think he might be pumpt.
Brass. Indeed I think he will be hang'd.
Aml. Good lack-a-day, good lack-a-day! there's no need to be so smart upon him neither: if he is not a gentleman, he's a gentleman's fellow. Come hither, Dick, they shan't run thee down neither: cock up thy hat, Dick, and tell them tho' Mrs. Amlet is thy mother, she can make thee amends, with ten thousand good pounds to buy thee some lands, and build thee a house in the midst on't.
Omnes. How!
Clar. Ten thousand pounds, Mrs. Amlet?