Marpl. I deny that.
Miran. That's more than I do, Sir.
Marpl. Indeed, Madam, why then to proceed: Fame says, that you and my most Conscionable Guardian here, design'd, contriv'd, plotted and agreed to chouse a very civil, honourable, honest Gentleman, out of a Hundred Pound.
Miran. That I contrived it!
Marpl. Ay you— You said never a Word against it, so far you are Guilty.
Sir Fran. Pray tell that civil, honourable, honest Gentleman, that if he has any more such Sums to fool away, they shall be received like the last; Ha, ha, ha, ha, chous'd, quotha! But hark ye, let him know at the same time, that if he dare to report I trick'd him of it, I shall recommend a Lawyer to him shall shew him a Trick for twice as much; D'ye hear, tell him that.
Marpl. So, and this is the way you use a Gentleman, and my Friend.
Miran. Is the Wretch thy Friend?
Marpl. The Wretch! Look ye, Madam, don't call Names; Egad I won't take it.
Miran. Why you won't beat me, will you? Ha, ha.