La Fl. Look for yourself.
Har. (feeling the knees of the breeches). These wide knee-breeches are convenient receptacles of stolen goods; and I wish a pair of them had been hanged.
La Fl. (aside). Ah! how richly such a man deserves what he fears, and what joy it would be to me to steal some of his …
Har. Eh?
La Fl. What?
Har. What is it you talk of stealing?
La Fl. I say that you feel about everywhere to see if I have been stealing anything.
Har. And I mean to do so too. (He feels in La Flèche's pockets).
La Fl. Plague take all misers and all miserly ways!
Har. Eh? What do you say?