Flip. Sure I left it! a very pretty question truly!
Aml. Nay, don't be angry; say nothing to madam of it, I beseech you: It will be found again, if it be heaven's good will. At least 'tis I must bear the loss on't. 'Tis my rogue of a son has laid his birdlime fingers on't.
Flip. Your son, Mrs. Amlet! Do you breed your children up to such tricks as these then?
Aml. What shall I say to you, Mrs. Flippanta? Can I help it? He has been a rogue from his cradle, Dick has. But he has his deserts too. And now it comes in my head, mayhap he may have no ill design in this neither.
Flip. No ill design, woman! He's a pretty fellow if he can steal a diamond necklace with a good one.
Aml. You don't know him, Mrs. Flippanta, so well as I that bore him. Dick's a rogue, 'tis true, but——Mum——
Flip. What does the woman mean?
Aml. Hark you, Mrs. Flippanta, is not here a young gentlewoman in your house that wants a husband?
Flip. Why do you ask?
Aml. By way of conversation only, it does not concern me; but when she marries I may chance to dance at the wedding. Remember I tell you so: I who am but Mrs. Amlet.