_Trus._ He says he will speak with you, Madam, tho' the devil held your door----Lord! he's coming hither full drive, but I'll lock him out. Lady _Ara._ No matter, let him come; I'll reason with him. _Trus._ But he's a saucy fellow for all that. _Enter ~Short-yard~._ What wou'd you have, Sir? _Short._ I wou'd have my due, Mistress. _Trus._ That wou'd be----to be well cudgel'd, Master, for coming so familiarly, where you shou'd not come. Lady _Ara._ Do you think you do well, Sir, to intrude into my dressing-room? _Short._ Madam, I sold my goods to you in your dressing room, I don't know why I mayn't ask for my money there. Lady _Ara._ You are very short, Sir. _Short._ Your Ladyship won't complain of my patience being so? Lady _Ara._ I complain of nothing that ought not to be complained of; but I hate ill manners. _Short._ So do I, Madam,--but this is the seventeenth time I have been ordered to come with good-manners for my money, to no purpose. Lady _Ara._ Your money, man! Is that the matter? Why it has lain in the steward's hands this week for you. _Short._ Madam, you yourself appointed me to come this very morning for it. Lady _Ara._ But why did you come so late then? _Short._ So late! I came soon enough, I thought. Lady _Ara._ That thinking wrong, makes us liable to a world of disappointments: If you had thought of coming one minute sooner, you had had your money. _Short._ Gad bless me, Madam, I had the money as I thought, I'm sure it was telling out, and I was writing a receipt for't. _Trus._ Why there you thought wrong again, Master. Lady _Ara._ Yes, for you shou'd never think of writing a receipt till the money is in your pocket. _Short._ Why, I did think 'twas in my pocket. _Trus._ Look you, thinking again. Indeed, Mr. _Short-yard_, you make so many blunders, 'tis impossible but you must suffer by it, in your way of trade. I'm sorry for you, and you'll be undone. _Short._ And well I may, when I sell my goods to people that won't pay me for 'em, till the interest of my money eats out all my profit: I sold them so cheap, because I thought I shou'd be paid the next day. _Trus._ Why, there again! there's another of your thoughts; paid the next day, and you han't been paid this twelvemonth you see. _Short._ Oons, I han't been paid at all, Mistress. Lady _Ara._ Well, tradesmen are strange unreasonable creatures, refuse to sell people any more things, and then quarrel with 'em because they don't pay for those they have had already. Now what can you say to that, Mr. _Short-yard_? _Short._ Say! Why--'Sdeath, Madam, I don't know what you talk of, I don't understand your argument. Lady _Ara._ Why, what do you understand, man?