Cred. Well, Sir, as you please.
Debt. I vow I would ne’er have borrowed of you again, as long as you lived—but proceed—
Cred. Another time one hundred—
Debt. O, that was to send into France to my wife to bring her over, but the Queen would not part with her then; and since, she is fallen sick—
Cred. Alas!
Debt. But pretty well recovered—
Cred. These four sums make up four hundred guineas—
Debt. Just as can be; a very good account. Put down two hundred more, which I will borrow of you now; and then it will be just six hundred: that is, if it will be no inconvenience to you—
Cred. Euh, not in the least—