Mon. Ha!
Flip. Pounds, too, look I don't know how; guineas I fancy were better——ay, guineas, it shall be guineas. You are of that mind, are you not?
Mon. Um——a guinea, you know, Flippanta, is—
Flip. A thousand times genteeler, you are certainly in the right on't; it shall be as you say, two hundred and thirty guineas.
Mon. Ho——well, if it must be guineas, let's see, two hundred guineas.
Flip. And thirty; two hundred and thirty: If you mistake the sum, you spoil all. So go put them in a purse, while it's fresh in your head, and send 'em to me with a penitential letter, desiring I'll do you the favour to restore them to her.
Mon. Two hundred and thirty pounds in a bag!
Flip. Guineas, I say, guineas.
Mon. Ay, guineas, that's true. But Flippanta, if she don't know they come from me, then I give my money for nothing, you know.
Flip. Phu, leave that to me, I'll manage the flock for you; I'll make it produce something I'll warrant you.