_Clar._ Why, you'll have the lightning burn your house about your ears, my dear, it you go on in these practices. _Mon._ A most excellent woman this! [_Aside._ _Enter Mrs. ~Amlet~._ _Gripe._ I'll keep my necklace. _Brass._ Will you so? then here comes one has a title to it, if I han't; let _Dick_ bring himself off with her as he can. Mrs. _Amlet_, you are come in very good time, you lost a necklace t'other day, and who do you think has got it? _Aml._ Marry, that I know not, I wish I did. _Brass._ Why then here's Mr. _Gripe_ has it, and swears 'tis his wife's. _Gripe._ And so I do, sirrah----look here, Mistress, do you pretend this is yours? _Aml._ Not for the round world I wou'd not say it; I only kept it to do Madam a small courtesy? that's all. _Clar._ Ah, _Flippanta_, all will out now. [_Aside to ~Flip~._ _Gripe._ Courtesy! what courtesy? _Aml._ A little money only that madam had present need of, please to pay me that, and I demand no more. _Brass._ So here's fresh game, I have started a new hare, I find. [_Aside._ _Gripe._ How forsooth, is this true? [_To ~Clarissa~._ _Clar._ You are in a humour at present, love, to believe any thing, so I won't take the pains to contradict it. _Brass._ This damn'd necklace will spoil all our affairs, this is _Dick_'s luck again. [_Aside._ _Gripe._ Are you not asham'd of these ways? Do you see how you are expos'd before your best friends here? don't you blush at it? _Clar._ I do blush, my dear, but 'tis for you, that here it shou'd appear to the world, you keep me so bare of money, I'm forc'd to pawn my jewels. _Gripe._ Impudent houswife! [_Raising his hand to strike her._ _Clar._ Softly, chicken: you might have prevented all this by giving me the two hundred and fifty pounds you sent to _Araminta_ e'en now. _Brass._ You see, Sir, I deliver'd your note: how I have been abus'd to-day! _Gripe._ I'm betray'd----jades on both sides, I see that. [_Aside._ _Mon._ But, Madam, Madam, is this true I hear? Have you taken a present of two hundred and fifty pounds? Pray what were you to return for these pounds, Madam, ha? _Aram._ Nothing, my dear, I only took 'em to reimburse you of about the same sum you sent to _Clarissa_. _Mon._ Hum, hum, hum. _Gripe._ How, gentlewoman, did you receive money from him? _Clar._ O, my dear, 'twas only in jest, I knew you'd give it again to his wife. _Aml._ But amongst all this tintamar, I don't hear a word of my hundred pounds. Is it Madam will pay me, or Master? _Gripe._ I pay, the Devil shall pay.