Cred. Another time fifty.
Debt. Yes.
Cred. Lent for a certain occasion, which I did not tell you, one hundred and fifty.
Debt. Did I not? that I should conceal any thing from my friend!
Cred. No matter.
Debt. It looks like mistrust, which is a wrong to friendship—
Cred. O Lord!
Debt. I am so ashamed!—for I dare trust my soul with you. I borrowed it, to lend a person of quality, whom I employed to introduce me to the King, and recommend to his particular favour, that I might be able to do you service in your affairs.
Cred. O did you so? then that debt is as it were paid; I’ll cross it out.
Debt. By no means; you shall have it, or I vow—