Lady Ara. I believe you'll rather wonder to see me so calm, when I tell you he had the insolence to intrude into my very dressing-room here, with a story without a head or tail; you know, Trusty, we cou'd not understand one word he said, but when he swore——Good Lord! how the wretch did swear!
Trus. I never heard the like for my part.
Lord Love. And all this for nothing?
Lady Ara. So it proved, my Lord, for he got nothing by it.
Lord Love. His swearing I suppose was for his money, Madam. Who can blame him?
Lady Ara. If he swore for money he should be put in the pillory.
Lord Love. Madam, I won't be banter'd, nor sued by this man for your extravagancies: do you owe him the money or not?
Lady Ara. He says I do, but such fellows will say any thing.
Lord Love. Provoking! [Aside.] Did not I desire an account from you of all your debts, but six months since, and give you money to clear them?