_Brass._ Stol'n! pray, Sir----what wine have you drank to-day? It has a very merry effect upon you. _Gripe._ You villain; either give me an account how you stole it, or---- _Brass._ O ho, Sir, if you please, don't carry your jest too far, I don't understand hard words, I give you warning on't: if you han't a mind to buy the necklace, you may let it alone, I know how to dispose on't. What a pox!---- _Gripe._ O, you shan't have that trouble, Sir. Dear Mr. _Clip_, you may leave the necklace here. I'll call at your shop, and thank you for your care. _Clip._ Sir, your humble servant. [_Going._ _Brass._ O ho, Mr. _Clip_, if you please, Sir, this won't do, [_Stopping him._] I don't understand rallery in such matters. _Clip._ I leave it with _Mr Gripe_, do you and he dispute it. [_Exit ~Clip~._ _Brass._ Ay, but 'tis from you, by your leave, Sir, that I expect it. [_Going after him._ _Gripe._ You expect, you rogue, to make your escape, do you? But I have other accounts besides this, to make up with you. To be sure the dog has cheated me of two hundred and fifty pounds. Come, villain, give me an account of---- _Brass._ Account of!----Sir, give me an account of my necklace, or I'll make such a noise in your house, I'll raise the devil in't. _Gripe._ Well said, courage. _Brass._ Blood and thunder, give it me, or---- _Gripe._ Come, hush, be wise, and I'll make no noise of this affair. _Brass._ You'll make no noise! But I'll make a noise; and a damn'd noise too. O, don't think to---- _Gripe._ I tell thee I will not hang thee. _Brass._ But I tell you I will hang you, if you don't give me my necklace, I will, rot me. _Gripe._ Speak softly, be wise; how came it thine? who gave it thee? _Brass._ A gentleman, a friend of mine. _Gripe._ What's his name? _Brass._ His name!----I'm in such a passion I have forgot it. _Gripe._ Ah, brazen rogue----thou hast stole it from my wife: 'tis the same she lost six weeks ago. _Brass._ This has not been in _England_ a month. _Gripe._ You are a son of a whore. _Brass._ Give me my necklace. _Gripe._ Give me my two hundred and fifty pound note. _Brass._ Yet I offer peace: one word without passion. The case stands thus, either I'm out of my wits, or you are out of yours: now 'tis plain I am not out of my wits, _Ergo_---- _Gripe._ My bill, hang-dog, or I'll strangle thee. [_They struggle._ _Brass._ Murder, murder! _Enter ~Clarissa~, ~Araminta~, ~Corinna~, ~Flippanta~, and ~Money-trap~._ _Flip._ What's the matter? What's the matter here? _Gripe._ I'll matter him. _Clar._ Who makes thee cry out thus, poor _Brass_? _Brass._ Why, your husband, Madam, he's in his altitudes here. _Gripe._ Robber.