_Trusty._ Ay! they are at it, Madam--he's in a bitter passion, with poor _Poundage_----bless me! I believe he'll beat him----mercy on us; how the wretch swears! Lady _Town._ And a sober citizen too! that's a shame! _Trusty._ Ha! I think all's silent, of a sudden----may be the porter has knock'd him down--I'll step and see---- [_Exit ~Trusty~._ Lady _Town._ Those trades-people are the troublesomest creatures! no words will satisfy them! [_~Trusty~ returns._ _Trusty._ O Madam! undone! undone! my lord has just bolted out upon the man, and is hearing all his pitiful story over----if your ladyship pleases to come hither, you may hear him yourself! Lady _Town._ No matter: it will come round presently: I shall have it all from my Lord, without losing a word by the way, I'll warrant you. _Trusty._ O lud! Madam! here's my lord just coming in. Lady _Town._ Do you get out of the way then. [_Exit ~Trusty~._] I am afraid I want spirits! but he will soon give 'em me. _Enter Lord ~Townly~._ Lord _Town._ How comes it, Madam, that a tradesman dares be clamorous in my house, for money due to him, from you? Lady _Town._ You don't expect, my lord, that I should answer for other peoples impertinence! Lord _Town._ I expect, Madam, you should answer for your own extravagances, that are the occasion of it----I thought I had given you money three months ago, to satisfy all these sort of people! Lady _Town._ Yes, but you see they are never to be satisfied. Lord _Town._ Nor am I, Madam, longer to be abus'd thus! what's become of the last five hundred I gave you? Lady _Town._ Gone. Lord _Town._ Gone! what way, Madam? Lady _Town._ Half the town over, I believe, by this time. Lord _Town._ 'Tis well! I see ruin will make no impression, 'till it falls upon you. Lady _Town._ In short, my Lord, if money is always the subject of our conversation, I shall make you no answer. Lord _Town._ Madam, Madam! I will be heard, and make you answer. Lady _Town._ Make me! then I must tell you, my Lord, this is a language I have not been us'd to, and I won't bear it. Lord _Town._ Come! come, Madam, you shall bear a great deal more before I part with you. Lady _Town._ My Lord, if you insult me, you will have as much to bear, on your side, I can assure you. Lord _Town._ Pooh! your spirit grows ridiculous----you have neither honour, worth, or innocence, to support it! Lady _Town._ You'll find, at least, I have resentment! and do you look well to the provocation! Lord _Town._ After those you have given me, Madam, 'tis almost infamous to talk with you. Lady _Town._ I scorn your imputation and your menaces! The narrowness of your heart's your monitor! 'tis there! there, my lord, you are wounded; you have less to complain of than many husbands of an equal rank to you.