Alex. [Is't] possible? Thus cheated of a hundred
Pieces? A handsome halter, and the hangman's
Wages popp'd in the place! What an acute wit
We have in wickedness!
Capt. 'Tis done, and handsomely.
Enter Drawer.
Drawer. Here's a pottle of rich canary and a quart of neat claret, gentlemen; and there's a gentleman below, he says he is your brother, Master Bloodhound: he appointed to meet you here.
Capt. The expected thing, that bought the Bristow stone.
Alex. Send him up, prythee. Remember how it must be carried.
Mis. Coote. I am her grandmother; forget not that, by any means.
Alex. And pray remember that you do not mump, as if you were chewing bacon, and spoil all.
Mis. Coote. I warrant you.