_Mon._ I can but pity poor neighbour _Gripe_. Lard, Lard, what a fool does his wife and I make of him? [_Aside._ _Clar._ Are not these two wretched rogues, _Araminta_? [_Aside to ~Araminta~._ _Aram._ They are indeed. [_Aside to ~Clarissa~._ _Enter ~Jessamin~._ _Jess._ Sir, here's Mr. _Clip_, the goldsmith, desires to speak with you. _Gripe._ Cods so, perhaps some news of your necklace, my dear. _Clar._ That would be news indeed. _Gripe._ Let him come in. _Enter Mr. ~Clip~._ _Gripe._ Mr. _Clip_, your servant, I'm glad to see you: how do you do? _Clip._ At your service, Sir, very well. Your servant, Madam _Gripe_. _Clar._ Horrid fellow! [_Aside._ _Gripe._ Well, Mr. _Clip_, no news yet of my wife's necklace? _Clip._ If you please to let me speak with you in the next room, I have something to say to you. _Gripe._ Ay, with all my heart. Shut the door after us. [_They come forward, and the Scene shuts behind them._] Well, any news? _Clip._ Look you, Sir, here's a necklace brought me to sell, at least very like that you describ'd to me. _Gripe._ Let's see't----_Victoria_! the very same. Ah my dear _Mr. Clip_----[_Kisses him._] But who brought it you? you should have seiz'd him. _Clip._ 'Twas a young fellow that I know: I can't tell whether he may be guilty, tho' its like enough. But he has only left it me now, to shew a brother of our trade, and will call upon me again presently. _Gripe._ Wheedle him hither, dear Mr. _Clip_. Here's my neighbour _Money-trap_ in the house; he's a justice, and will commit him presently. _Clip._ 'Tis enough. _Enter ~Brass~._ _Gripe._ O, my friend _Brass_! _Brass._ Hold, Sir, I think that's a gentleman I'm looking for. Mr. _Clip_, O your servant; what, are you acquainted here? I have just been at your shop. _Clip._ I only stept here to shew Mr. _Gripe_ the necklace you left. _Brass._ Why, Sir, you understand jewels? [_To Gripe._] I thought you had dealt only in gold. But I smoak the matter; hark you----a word in your ear----you are going to play the gallant again, and make a purchase on't for _Araminta_; ha, ha? _Gripe._ Where had you the necklace? _Brass._ Look you, don't trouble yourself about that; it's in commission with me, and I can help you to a pennyworth on't. _Gripe._ A pennyworth on't, villain? [_Strikes at him._ _Brass._ Villain! a hey, a hey. Is't you or me, Mr. _Clip_, he's pleas'd to compliment? _Clip._ What do you think on't, Sir? _Brass._ Think on't, now the devil fetch me if I know what to think on't. _Gripe._ You'll sell a pennyworth, rogue! of a thing you have stol'n from me.