Lady _Ara._ Well, sure never woman had such luck--these devilish dice!----Sit up all night; lose all one's money, and then----how like a hag I look. [_Sits at her toilet, turning her purse inside out._] Not a guinea----worth less by a hundred pounds than I was by one o'clock this morning----and then----I was worth nothing----what is to be done, _Trusty_! _Trus._ I wish I were wise enough to tell you, Madam; but if there comes in any good company to breakfast with your Ladyship, perhaps you may have a run of better fortune. Lady _Ara._ But I han't a guinea to try my fortune----let me see----who was that impertinent man, that was so saucy last week about money, that I was forc'd to promise once more, he shou'd have what I ow'd him, this morning? _Trus._ O, I remember, Madam; it was your old mercer _Short-yard_, that you turn'd off a year ago, because he would trust you no longer. Lady _Ara._ That's true; and I think I bid the steward keep the thirty guineas out of some money he was paying me to stop his odious mouth. _Trus._ Your Ladyship did so. Lady _Ara._ Pr'ythee, _Trusty_, run and see whether the wretch has got the money yet; if not, tell the steward, I have occasion for it myself; run quickly. [_~Trusty~ runs to the door_. _Trus._ Ah, Madam, he's just paying it away now, in the hall. Lady _Ara._ Stop him! quick, quick, dear _Trusty_. _Trus._ Hem, hem, Mr. _Money-bag_, a word with you quickly. _Mon._ [_Within._] I'll come presently. _Trus._ Presently won't do, you must come this moment. _Mon._ I'm but just paying a little money. _Trus._ Cods my life, paying money, is the man distracted? Come here, I tell you, to my Lady this moment, quick. [_~Money-bag~ comes to the door with a purse in's hand._ My Lady says you must not pay the money to-day, there's a mistake in the account, which she must examine; and she's afraid too there was a false guinea or two left in the purse, which might disgrace her. [_Twitches the purse from him._] But she's too busy to look for 'em just now, so you must bid Mr. What-d'ye-call-'em come another time. There they are, Madam. [_Gives her the money._] The poor things were so near gone, they made me tremble; I fancy your Ladyship will give me one of those false guineas for good luck. [_Takes a guinea._] Thank you, Madam. Lady _Ara._ Why, I did not bid you take it. _Trus._ No, but your Ladyship look'd as if you were just going to bid me; so I took it to save your Ladyship the trouble of speaking. Lady _Ara._ Well, for once----but hark----I think I hear the man making a noise yonder. _Trus._ Nay, I don't expect he'll go out of the house quietly. I'll listen. [_Goes to the door._ Lady _Ara._ Do. _Trus._ He's in a bitter passion with poor _Money-bag_; I believe he'll beat him----Lord, how he swears! Lady _Ara._ And a sober citizen too! that's a shame.