Clar. Where's Corinna? Call her to me, if her father han't lock'd her up: I want her company.
Jes. Madam, her guitar-master is with her.
Clar. Psha! she's taken up with her impertinent Guitar-Man. Flippanta stays an age with that old fool, Mrs. Amlet. And Araminta, before she can come abroad, is so long a placing her coquet-patch, that I must be a year without company. How insupportable is a moment's uneasiness to a woman of spirit and pleasure!
Enter Flippanta.
Clar. O, art thou come at last? Pr'ythee, Flippanta, learn to move a little quicker, thou know'st how impatient I am.
Flip. Yes, when you expect money: If you had sent me to buy a Prayer-Book, you'd have thought I had flown.
Clar. Well, hast thou brought me any, after all?
Flip. Yes, I have brought some. There [Giving her a purse.] the old hag has struck off her bill, the rest is in that purse.
Clar. 'Tis well; but take care, Flippanta, my husband don't suspect any thing of this; 'twould vex him, and I don't love to make him uneasy: So I would spare him these little sort of troubles, by keeping 'em from his knowledge.