Marpl. Po'gh, for a Hundred Things, I can't for my Life tell you for what.
Char. Sir, I suppose I have received all the Answer I am like to have.
Marpl. Oh, the Devil, if he gets out before me, I shall lose him agen.
Sir Fran. Ay, Sir, and you may be marching as soon as you please— I must see a Change in your Temper e'er you find one in mine.
Marpl. Pray, Sir, dispatch me; the Money, Sir, I'm in mighty haste.
Sir Fran. Fool, take this and go to the Cashier; I sha'n't be long plagu'd with thee.
(Gives him a Note.
Marpl. Devil take the Cashier, I shall certainly have Charles gone before I come back agen.
(Runs out.
Char. Well, Sir, I take my Leave— But remember, you Expose an only Son to all the Miseries of wretched Poverty, which too often lays the Plan for Scenes of Mischief.