_Aram._ Favours, _Brass_! _Brass._ Um----a----some small matters, Madam, I doubt must be. _Clar._ Now that's a vile article, _Araminta_; for that thing your husband is so like mine---- _Flip._ Phu, there's a scruple, indeed. Pray, Madam, don't be so squeamish; tho' the meat be a little flat, we'll find you savoury sauce to it. _Clar._ This wench is so mad. _Flip._ Why, what in the name of _Lucifer_, is it you have to do, that's so terrible? _Brass._ A civil look only. _Aram._ There's no great harm in that. _Flip._ An obliging word. _Clar._ That one may afford 'em. _Brass._ A little smile, _a propos_. _Aram._ That's but giving one's self an air. _Flip._ Receive a little letter, perhaps. _Clar._ Women of quality do that from fifty odious fellows. _Brass._ Suffer, may be, a squeeze by the hand. _Aram._ One's so us'd to that, one does not feel it. _Flip._ Or if a kiss wou'd do't? _Clar._ I'd die first. _Brass._ Indeed, ladies, I doubt 'twill be necessary to-- _Clar._ Get their wretched money without paying so dear for it. _Flip._ Well, just as you please for that, my ladies: But I suppose you'll play upon the square with your favours, and not pique yourselves upon being one more grateful than another. _Brass._ And state a fair account of receipts and disbursements. _Aram._ That I think should be, indeed. _Clar._ With all my heart, and _Brass_ shall be our book-keeper. So get thee to work, man, as fast as thou canst: but not a word of all this to my master. _Brass._ I'll observe my orders, Madam. [_Exit ~Brass~._ _Clar._ I'll have the pleasure of telling him myself; he'll be violently delighted with it: 'tis the best man in the world, _Araminta_; he'll bring us rare company to-morrow, all sorts of gamesters; and thou shalt see my husband will be such a beast to be out of humour at it. _Aram._ The monster----But hush, here's my dear approaching; pr'ythee let's leave him to _Flippanta_. _Flip._ Ah, pray do, I'll bring you a good account of him, I'll warrant you. _Clar._ Dispatch then, for the basset-table's in haste. [_Exit ~Clar.~ and ~Aram.~_ _~Flippanta~ sola._ So, now have at him; here he comes: We'll try if we can pillage the usurer, as he does other folks. _Enter ~Money-trap~._ _Mon._ Well, my pretty _Flippanta_, is thy mistress come home? _Flip._ Yes, Sir. _Mon._ And where is she, pr'ythee? _Flip._ Gone abroad, Sir. _Mon._ How dost mean? _Flip._ I mean right, Sir; my lady'll come home and go abroad ten times in an hour, when she's either in very good humour, or very bad. _Mon._ Good lack! But I'll warrant, in general, 'tis her naughty husband that makes her house uneasy to her. But hast thou said a little something to her, chicken, for an expiring lover? ha! _Flip._ Said----yes, I have said, much good may it do me. _Mon._ Well! and how?