Clar. Women of quality do that from fifty odious fellows.
Brass. Suffer, may be, a squeeze by the hand.
Aram. One's so us'd to that, one does not feel it.
Flip. Or if a kiss wou'd do't?
Clar. I'd die first.
Brass. Indeed, ladies, I doubt 'twill be necessary to—
Clar. Get their wretched money without paying so dear for it.
Flip. Well, just as you please for that, my ladies: But I suppose you'll play upon the square with your favours, and not pique yourselves upon being one more grateful than another.
Brass. And state a fair account of receipts and disbursements.
Aram. That I think should be, indeed.