Flip. No, Madam, I, I comprehend six and fifty pounds, but——
Clar. But go and fetch it then.
Flip. What she means, I don't know; [Aside.] but I shall, I suppose, before I bring her the money.
[Exit. Flip.
Clar. [Setting her hair in a pocket glass.] The trade you follow gives you a great deal of trouble, Mrs. Amlet.
Aml. Alack-a-day, a world of pain, Madam, and yet there's small profit, as your honour sees by your bill.
Clar. Poor woman! sometimes you have great losses, Mrs. Amlet?
Aml. I have two thousand pounds owing me, of which I shall never get ten shillings.
Clar. Poor woman! You have a great charge of children, Mrs. Amlet?