Ver. Damn his money! Money never came to any, sure, unseasonably till now. Bid him stay.
Serv. He says, he cannot a moment.
Ver. Receive it you then.
Serv. He says he must have your receipt for it:—he is in haste, for I hear him coming up, sir.
Ver. Damn him! Help me in here then with this dishonourer of my family.
Fid. Oh! oh!
Serv. You say she is a woman, sir.
Ver. No matter, sir: must you prate?
Fid. Oh Heavens! is there—[They thrust her in, and lock the door.
Ver. Stay there, my prisoner; you have a short reprieve.