Lady Ara. And a sober citizen too! that's a shame.
Trus. He says he will speak with you, Madam, tho' the devil held your door——Lord! he's coming hither full drive, but I'll lock him out.
Lady Ara. No matter, let him come; I'll reason with him.
Trus. But he's a saucy fellow for all that.
Enter Short-yard.
What wou'd you have, Sir?
Short. I wou'd have my due, Mistress.
Trus. That wou'd be——to be well cudgel'd, Master, for coming so familiarly, where you shou'd not come.
Lady Ara. Do you think you do well, Sir, to intrude into my dressing-room?
Short. Madam, I sold my goods to you in your dressing room, I don't know why I mayn't ask for my money there.