_Aml._ My city customers! Now by my truth, neighbour, between the city and the court (with reverence be it spoken) there's not a ---- to choose. My ladies in the city in times past, were as full of gold as they were of religion, and as punctual in their payments as they were of their prayers; but since they have set their minds upon quality, adieu one, adieu t'other, their money and their conscience are gone, heaven knows where. There is not a goldsmith's wife to be found in town, but's as hard-hearted as an ancient judge, and as poor as a towering dutchess. _Clog._ But what the murrain have they to do with quality, why don't their husbands make e'm mind their shops? _Aml._ Their husbands! their husbands, say'st thou, woman? alack, alack, they mind their husbands, neighbour, no more than they do a sermon. _Clog._ Good lack-a-day, that women born of sober parents, should be prone to follow ill examples! But now we talk of quality, when did you hear of your son _Richard_, Mrs. _Amlet_? My daughter _Flip._ says she met him t'other day in a lac'd coat, with three fine ladies, his footman at his heels, and as gay as a bridegroom. _Aml._ Is it possible? Ah the rogue! well, neighbour, all's well that ends well; but _Dick_ will be hang'd. _Clog._ That were pity. _Aml._ Pity indeed; for he's a hopeful young man to look on; but he leads a life----Well----where he has it, heav'n knows; but they say, he pays his club with the best of 'em. I have seen him but once these three months, neighbour, and then the varlet wanted money; but I bid him march, and march he did to some purpose; for in less than an hour, back comes my gentleman into the house, walks to and fro in the room, with his wig over his shoulder, his hat on one side, whistling a minuet, and tossing a purse of gold from one hand to t'other, with no more respect (heaven bless us!) than if it had been an orange. Sirrah, says I, where have you got that? He answers me never a word, but sets his arms a kimbo, cocks his saucy hat in my face, turns about upon his ungracious heel, as much as to say kiss--and I've never set my eye on him since. _Clog._ Look you there now; to see what the youth of this age are come to! _Aml._ See what they will come to, neighbour. Heaven shield, I say; but _Dick_'s upon the gallop. Well, I must bid you good-morrow; I'm going where I doubt I shall meet but a sorry welcome. _Clog._ To get in some old debt, I'll warrant you? _Aml._ Neither better or worse. _Clog._ From a lady of quality? _Aml._ No, she's but a scrivener's wife; but she lives as well, and pays as ill, as the stateliest countess of 'em all. [_Exeunt several ways._ _Enter ~Brass~ solus._