Mon. Well, Flippanta, 'tis a great sum indeed; but I'll go try what I can do for her. You say, two hundred guineas in a purse?
Flip. And thirty; if the man's in his senses.
Mon. And thirty, 'tis true, I always forget that thirty.
[Exit Money-trap.
Flip. So, get thee gone, thou art a rare fellow, i'faith. Brass!—--it's thee, is't not?
Enter Brass.
Brass. It is, Huswife. How go matters? I staid till thy gentleman was gone. Hast done any thing towards our common purse?
Flip. I think I have; he's going to make us a restitution of two or three hundred pounds.
Brass. A restitution!—--good.
Flip. A new way, sirrah, to make a lady take a present without putting her to the blush.