[Exit Poundage.
Trusty. There they are, Madam——[Pours the money out of the bag.] The pretty things——were so near falling into a nasty tradesman's hands, I protest it made me tremble for them——I fancy your ladyship had as good give me that bad guinea, for luck's sake—thank you, Madam.
[Takes a guinea.
Lady Town. Why, I did not bid you take it.
Trusty. No, but your ladyship look'd as if you were just going to bid me, and so I was willing to save you the trouble of speaking, Madam.
Lady Town. Well! thou hast deserv'd it, and so for once——but hark! don't I hear the man making a noise yonder? though I think now we may compound for a little of his ill humour——
Trusty. I'll listen.
Lady Town. Pr'ythee do.
[Trusty goes to the door.
Trusty. Ay! they are at it, Madam—he's in a bitter passion, with poor Poundage——bless me! I believe he'll beat him——mercy on us; how the wretch swears!