Trusty. Yes, I hear him now, Madam, he is hobbling up, as fast as he can.
Lady Town. Don't let him come in—for he will keep such a babbling about his accounts,——my brain is not able to bear him.
[Poundage comes to the door with a money-bag in his hand.
Trusty. O! it's well you are come, Sir! where's the fifty-pound?
Pound. Why here it is; if you had not been in such haste, I should have paid it by this time——the man's now writing a receipt, below, for it.
Trusty. No matter! my lady says, you must not pay him with that money, there is not enough, it seems; there's a pistole and a guinea that's not good, in it——besides there is a mistake in the account too——[Twitching the bag from him.] But she is not at leisure to examine it now; so you must bid Mr. What-d'ye-call-um call another time.
Lady Town. What is all that noise there?
Pound. Why and it please your Ladyship——
Lady Town. Pr'ythee! don't plague me now, but do as you were order'd.
Pound. Nay, what your Ladyship pleases, Madam——