_Brass._ Only one little inconvenience by the way. _Gripe._ As how? _Brass._ That they are your wife's creditors as well as hers; and perhaps it might not be altogether so well to see you clearing the debts of your neighbour's wife, and leaving those of your own unpaid. _Gripe._ Why that's true now. _Brass._ I'm wise you see, Sir. _Gripe._ Thou art; and I'm but a young lover: But what shall we do then? _Brass._ Why I'm thinking, that if you give me the note, do you see; and that I promise to give you an account of it---- _Gripe._ Ay, but look you, _Brass_---- _Brass._ But look you!----Why what, d'ye think I'm a pickpocket? D'ye think I intend to run away with your note? your paltry note. _Gripe._ I don't say so----I say only that in case---- _Brass._ Case, Sir, there is no case but the case I have put you; and since you heap cases upon cases, where there is but three hundred rascally pounds in the case----I'll go and call a coach. _Gripe._ Pr'ythee don't be so testy; come, no more words, follow me to my closet, and I'll give thee the money. _Brass._ A terrible effort you make indeed; you are so much in love, your wits are all upon the wing, just a going; and for three hundred pounds you put a stop to their flight: Sir, your wits are worth that, or your wits are worth nothing. Come away. _Gripe._ Well, say no more, thou shalt be satisfy'd. [_Exeunt._ _Enter ~Dick~._ _Dick._ S't----_Brass_! S't---- _Re-enter ~Brass~._ _Brass._ Well, Sir! _Dick._ 'Tis not well, Sir, 'tis very ill, Sir; we shall be all blown up. _Brass._ What, with pride and plenty? _Dick._ No, Sir, with an officious slut that will spoil all. In short, _Flippanta_ has been telling her mistress and _Araminta_ of my passion for the young gentlewoman; and truly to oblige me (supposed no ill match by the bye) they are resolv'd to propose it immediately to her father. _Brass._ That's the devil! we shall come to papers and parchments, jointures and settlements, relations meet on both sides; that's the devil. _Dick._ I intended this very day to propose to _Flippanta_, the carrying her off: and I'm sure the young houswife wou'd have tuck'd up her coats, and have march'd. _Brass._ Ay, with the body and the soul of her. _Dick._ Why then, what damn'd luck is this? _Brass._ 'Tis your damn'd luck, not mine: I have always seen it in your ugly phiz, in spite of your powder'd perriwig----pox take ye----he'll be hang'd at last. Why don't you try to get her off yet? _Dick._ I have no money, you dog; you know you have stript me of every penny. _Brass._ Come, damn it. I'll venture one cargo more upon your rotten bottom: But if ever I see one glance of your hempen fortune again, I'm off of your partnership for ever----I shall never thrive with him. _Dick._ An impudent rogue, but he's in possession of my estate, so I must bear with him. [_Aside._