Lady Town. O! ay! I had forgot—'twas to—a—what's his filthy name?
Trusty. Now I remember, Madam, 'twas to Mr. Lutestring, your old mercer, that your ladyship turn'd off, about a year ago, because he would trust you no longer.
Lady Town. The very wretch! if he has not paid it, run quickly, dear Trusty, and bid him bring it hither immediately——[Exit Trusty.] Well! sure mortal woman never had such fortune! five! five, and nine, against poor seven for ever!—--No! after that horrid bar of my chance, that Lady Wronghead's fatal red fist upon the table, I saw it was impossible, ever to win another stake——Sit up all night! lose all one's money! dream of winning thousands! wake without a shilling! and then how like a hag I look! In short——the pleasures of life are not worth this disorder! If it were not for shame now, I could almost think, Lady Grace's sober scheme not quite so ridiculous——If my wise lord could but hold his tongue for a week, 'tis odds, but I should hate the town in a fortnight——But I will not be driven out of it, that's positive!
[Trusty returns.
Trusty. O Madam! there is no bearing it! Mr. Lutestring was just let in at the door, as I came to the stair-foot! and the steward is now actually paying him the money in the hall.
Lady Town. Run to the stair case head, again——and scream to him, that I must speak with him this instant.
[Trusty runs out, and speaks.
| Trusty. Mr. Poundage——a hem! Mr. Poundage, a word with you quickly. | Without. |
| Pound. [Within.] I'll come to you presently. | |
| Trusty. Presently won't do, man, you must come this minute. | |
| Pound. I am but just paying a little money, here. | |
| Trusty. Cods my life! paying money? is the man distracted? come here I tell you, to my lady, this moment, quick! |
Lady Town. Will the monster come or no?——