T. Secrets: and there’s more where they came from.

Fl. More secrets, or more ducats?

T. Both,—plenty of both.

Fl. How nice for us.

T. Us! Who d’you mean by us?

Fl. I mean when we are married, Tristram.

T. Married, say you, now? I thought you had not promised. When I had no money you hung off. Now you see me as rich as Plutarch, you’re quick enough. But it’s a hoax. I filled this bag with curtain-rings to deceive you: and where are you now?

Fl. O, Tristram, let me see.

D. Tristram!

T.Your ladyship!