Gripe. What toys? what? speak quickly.
Mrs. Joyn. Pendants, necklaces, fans, ribbons, points, laces, stockings, gloves—
Gripe. Hold, hold! before it comes to a gown.
Mrs. Joyn. Well remembered, sir; indeed she wants a gown, for she has but that one to her back. For your own sake you should give her a new gown, for variety of dresses rouses desire, and makes an old mistress seem every day a new one.
Gripe. For that reason she shall have no new gown; for I am naturally constant, and as I am still the same, I love she should be still the same. But here, take half a piece for the other things.
Mrs. Joyn. Half a piece!—
Gripe. Prithee, begone!—take t'other piece then—two pieces—three pieces—five! here, 'tis all I have.
Mrs. Joyn. I must have the broad-seal ring too, or I stir not.
Gripe. Insatiable woman! will you have that too! Prithee spare me that, 'twas my grandfather's.
Mrs. Joyn. That's false, he had ne'er a coat.—So! now I go; this is but a violent fit, and will not hold. [Aside.