CLEVELAND. Only carry it out well, and you shall have fifty pounds.
ROSE. I am convinced, as old intrigues are dull, I want pastime, and would like to earn fifty pounds, and if my chances in other quarters are uninjured, why—
CLEVELAND. You will do it?
ROSE. Will the Captain think it a jest?
CLEVELAND. He thinks there is a plan on foot to introduce your mistress to him for a similar purpose.
ROSE. And when he finds that he has married plain Bridget instead of
Miss Rose—what a rage he will be in! Oh, what a delightful jest—
CLEVELAND. The funniest you ever heard of. Such laughing as there will be!
ROSE. Fifty pounds—all in gold—is more than I can stand.
CLEVELAND. Then meet me in five minutes, by yonder tree.
ROSE. I'll slip on one of my mistress's dresses, and in five minutes be ready—but remember—fifty pounds!