Lord Town. How comes it, Madam, that a tradesman dares be clamorous in my house, for money due to him, from you?
Lady Town. You don't expect, my lord, that I should answer for other peoples impertinence!
Lord Town. I expect, Madam, you should answer for your own extravagances, that are the occasion of it——I thought I had given you money three months ago, to satisfy all these sort of people!
Lady Town. Yes, but you see they are never to be satisfied.
Lord Town. Nor am I, Madam, longer to be abus'd thus! what's become of the last five hundred I gave you?
Lady Town. Gone.
Lord Town. Gone! what way, Madam?
Lady Town. Half the town over, I believe, by this time.
Lord Town. 'Tis well! I see ruin will make no impression, 'till it falls upon you.