_Flip._ A gin of all trades; an old daggling cheat, that hobbles about from house to house to bubble the ladies of their money. I have a small business of your's in my pocket, Colonel. _Dick._ An answer to my letter? _Flip._ So quick indeed! No, it's your letter itself. _Dick._ Hast thou not given it then yet? _Flip._ I han't had an opportunity; but 'twon't be long first. Won't you go in and see my Lady? _Dick._ Yes, I'll go make her a short visit. But dear _Flippanta_, don't forget: my life and fortune are in your hands. _Flip._ Ne'er fear, I'll take care of 'em. _Aml._ How he traps 'em; let _Dick_ alone. [_Aside._ _Dick._ Your servant, good Madam. [_To his Mother._ [_Exit ~Dick~._ _Aml._ Your Honour's most devoted.--A pretty, civil, well-bred gentleman this, Mrs. _Flippanta_. Pray whom may he be? _Flip._ A man of great note; Colonel _Shapely_. _Aml._ Is it possible! I have heard much of him indeed, but never saw him before: one may see quality in every limb of him: he's a fine man truly. _Flip._ I think you are in love with him, Mrs. _Amlet_. _Aml._ Alas, those days are done with me; but if I were as fair as I was once, and had as much money as some folks, Colonel _Shapely_ should not catch cold for want of a bed-fellow. I love your men of rank, they have something in their air does so distinguish 'em from the rascality. _Flip._ People of Quality are fine things indeed, Mrs. _Amlet_, if they had but a little more money; but for want of that, they are forced to do things their great souls are asham'd of. For example--here's my Lady--she owes you but six and fifty pounds---- _Aml._ Well! _Flip._ And she has it not by her to pay you. _Aml._ How can that be? _Flip._ I don't know; her cash-keeper's out of humour, he says he has no money. _Aml._ What a presumptuous piece of vermin is a cash-keeper! Tell his Lady he has no money?--Now, Mrs. _Flippanta_, you may see his bags are full by his being so saucy. _Flip._ If they are, there's no help for't; he'll do what he pleases, till he comes to make up his yearly accounts. _Aml._ But Madam plays sometimes, so when she has good fortune, she may pay me out of her winnings. _Flip._ O ne'er think of that, Mrs. _Amlet_: if she had won a thousand pounds, she'd rather die in a gaol, than pay off a farthing with it; play money, Mrs. _Amlet_, amongst people of quality, is a sacred thing, and not to be profan'd. 'Tis consecrated to their pleasures, 'twould be sacrilege to pay their debts with it. _Aml._ Why what shall we do then? For I han't one penny to buy bread. _Flip._----I'll tell you----it just now comes in my head: I know my Lady has a little occasion for money at this time; so----if you lend her----a hundred pounds----do you see, then she may pay you your six and fifty out of it.