Tip. [To Pounce.] Master Pounce, all my niece's fortune will be demanded now—for I suppose that red coat has her. Don't you think you and I had better break?
Pounce. [To Tipkin.] You may as soon as you please, but 'tis my interest to be honest a little longer.
Tip. Well, Biddy, since you would not accept of your cousin, I hope you han't disposed of yourself elsewhere.
Niece. If you'll for a little while suspend your curiosity, you shall have the whole history of my amour to this my nuptial day, under the title of the loves of Clerimont and Parthenissa.
Tip. Then, madam, your portion is in safe hands.
Cler. Come, come, old gentleman, 'tis in vain to contend; here's honest Mr. Pounce shall be my engineer, and I warrant you we beat you out of all your holds.
Aunt. What then, is Mr. Pounce a rogue?—He must have some trick, brother, it cannot be; he must have cheated t'other side, for I'm sure he's honest. [Apart to Tipkin.
Cler. Sen. Mr. Pounce, all your sister has won of this lady she has honestly put into my hands; and I'll return it her, at this lady's particular request.
Pounce. And the thousand pounds you promised in your brother's behalf, I'm willing should be hers also.
Cler. Sen. Then go in, and bring 'em all back to make the best of an ill game; we'll eat the dinner and have a dance together, or we shall transgress all form.