Olivia. No matter—I'm all impatience till we are out of the house.
Garnet. Bless me, madam, I had almost forgot the wedding ring!—The sweet little thing—I don't think it would go on my little finger. And what if I put in a gentleman's night-cap, in case of necessity, madam? But here's Jarvis.
Enter Jarvis.
Olivia. O, Jarvis, are you come at last? We have been ready this half hour. Now let's be going—Let us fly!
Jarvis. Ay, to Jericho; for we shall have no going to Scotland this bout, I fancy.
Olivia. How! What's the matter?
Jarvis. Money, money, is the matter, madam. We have got no money. What the plague do you send me of your fool's errand for? My master's bill upon the city is not worth a rush. Here it is; Mrs. Garnet may pin up her hair with it.
Olivia. Undone! How could Honeywood serve us so! What shall we do? Can't we go without it?
Jarvis. Go to Scotland without money! To Scotland without money! Lord, how some people understand geography! We might as well set sail for Patagonia upon a cork jacket.
Olivia. Such a disappointment! What a base insincere man was your master, to serve us in this manner! Is this his good-nature?