Aml. What a shape is there——
Dick. Pray mother go.
Aml. I must receive some money here first, which shall go for thy wedding-dinner.
Dick. Here's somebody coming; s'death, she'll betray me.
Enter Flippanta.
[He makes signs to his Mother.
Dick. Good-morrow, dear Flippanta; how do all the ladies within?
Flip. At your service, Colonel; as far at least as my interest goes.
Aml. Colonel!—Law you now, how Dick's respected!
[Aside.