Gripe. Pray have me in excuse. Indeed, I thought you had a share of the five hundred pounds, because you took away my seal-ring; which they made me send, together with a note to my cash-keeper for five hundred pounds. Besides, I thought none but you knew it was my wonted token to send for money by.
Mrs. Joyn. 'Tis unlucky I should forget it, and leave it on the table!—But oh the harlotry! did she make that use of it then? 'twas no wonder you did not stay till I came back.
Gripe. I stayed till the money released me.
Mrs. Joyn. Have they the money, then? five hundred pounds!
Gripe. Too certain.
Mrs. Joyn. They told me not a word of it; and have you no way to retrieve it?
Gripe. Not any.
Mrs. Joyn. [Aside.] I am glad of it.—[Aloud.] Is there no law but against saints?
Gripe. I will not for five hundred pounds publish my transgression myself, lest I should be thought to glory in't: though, I must confess, 'twould tempt a man to conform to public praying and sinning, since 'tis so chargeable to pray and sin in private.
Mrs. Joyn. But are you resolved to give off a loser?