Clar. Why dost thou stare, and look so ungainly? Don't I speak to be understood?
Flip. Yes, I understand you well enough; but Mrs. Amlet——
Clar. But Mrs. Amlet must lend me some money, where shall I have any to pay her else?
Flip. That's true; I never thought of that truly. But here she is.
Enter Mrs. Amlet.
Clar. How d'you do? How d'you do, Mrs. Amlet? I han't seen you these thousand years, and yet I believe I'm down in your books.
Aml. O, Madam, I don't come for that, alack.
Flip. Good-morrow, Mrs. Amlet.
Aml. Good-morrow, Mrs. Flippanta.