Aml. Only one wicked rogue, Madam, who I think, will break my heart.
Clar. Poor woman!
Aml. He'll be hang'd, Madam——that will be the end of him. Where he gets it, heav'n knows; but he's always shaking his heels with the ladies, and his elbows with the lords. He's as fine as a prince, and as grim as the best of them; but the ungracious rogue tells all that comes near that his mother is dead, and I am but his nurse.
Clar. Poor woman!
Aml. Alas, Madam, he's like the rest of the world; every body's for appearing to be more than they are, and that ruins all.
Clar. Well, Mrs. Amlet, you'll excuse me, I have a little business, Flippanta will bring you your money presently. Adieu, Mrs. Amlet.
[Exit Clarissa.
Aml. I return your honour many thanks [Sola.] Ah, there's my good lady, not so much as read her bill; if the rest were like her, I should soon have money enough to go as fine as Dick himself.
Enter Dick.
Dick. Sure Flippanta must have given my letter by this time; [Aside.] I long to know how it has been received.