Lady Ara. That's true; and I think I bid the steward keep the thirty guineas out of some money he was paying me to stop his odious mouth.
Trus. Your Ladyship did so.
Lady Ara. Pr'ythee, Trusty, run and see whether the wretch has got the money yet; if not, tell the steward, I have occasion for it myself; run quickly.
[Trusty runs to the door.
Trus. Ah, Madam, he's just paying it away now, in the hall.
Lady Ara. Stop him! quick, quick, dear Trusty.
Trus. Hem, hem, Mr. Money-bag, a word with you quickly.
Mon. [Within.] I'll come presently.
Trus. Presently won't do, you must come this moment.
Mon. I'm but just paying a little money.