Jess. Madam, there's the woman below that sells paint and patches, iron boddice, false teeth, and all sorts of things to the ladies; I can't think of her name.
Flip. 'Tis Mrs. Amlet, she wants money.
Clar. Well, I han't enough for myself, it's an unreasonable thing she should think I have any for her.
Flip. She's a troublesome jade.
Clar. So are all people that come a dunning.
Flip. What will you do with her?
Clar. I have just now thought on't. She's very rich, that woman is, Flippanta, I'll borrow some money of her.
Flip. Borrow! sure you jest, madam.
Clar. No, I'm in earnest; I give thee commission to do it for me.
Flip. Me!