Flip. O ne'er think of that, Mrs. Amlet: if she had won a thousand pounds, she'd rather die in a gaol, than pay off a farthing with it; play money, Mrs. Amlet, amongst people of quality, is a sacred thing, and not to be profan'd. 'Tis consecrated to their pleasures, 'twould be sacrilege to pay their debts with it.
Aml. Why what shall we do then? For I han't one penny to buy bread.
Flip.——I'll tell you——it just now comes in my head: I know my Lady has a little occasion for money at this time; so——if you lend her——a hundred pounds——do you see, then she may pay you your six and fifty out of it.
Aml. Sure, Mrs. Flippanta, you think to make a fool of me.
Flip. No, the Devil fetch me if I do——You shall have a diamond necklace in pawn.
Aml. O ho, a pawn! That's another case. And when must she have this money?
Flip. In a quarter of an hour.
Aml. Say no more. Bring the necklace to my house, it shall be ready for you.
Flip. I'll be with you in a moment.