Gripe. How shall I help it?
Mrs. Joyn. Nay, I'll see you shall have what the young jade has, for your money; I'll make 'em use some conscience, however.—Take a man's money for nothing!
Gripe. Thou sayest honestly, indeed. And shall I have my pennyworths out of the little gentlewoman for all this?
Mrs. Joyn. I'll be engaged body for body for her, and you shall take the forfeiture on me else.
Gripe. No, no, I'll rather take your word, Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs. Joyn. Go in and dress yourself smug, and leave the rest to me.
Gripe. No man breathing would give-off a loser, as she says. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—Another Room in the same.
Sir Simon Addleplot discovered sitting at a desk writing as a Clerk, Lady Flippant jogging him.