_Aml._ I beg your Ladyship's pardon. I mistook indeed; 'tis a countess's bill I have writ out to little purpose. I furnish'd her two years ago with three pair of hips, and am not paid for them yet: but some are better customers than some. There's your Ladyship's bill, Madam. _Clar._ _For the idea of a new invented commode._----Ay, this may be mine, but 'tis of a preposterous length. Do you think I can waste time to read every article, Mrs. _Amlet_? I'd as lief read a sermon. _Aml._ Alack-a-day, there's no need of fatiguing yourself at that rate; cast an eye only, if your honour pleases, upon the sum total. _Clar._ Total; fifty-six pounds--and odd things. _Flip._ But six and fifty pounds! _Aml._ Nay, another body would have made it twice as much; but there's a blessing goes along with a moderate profit. _Clar._ _Flippanta_, go to my cashier, let him give you six and fifty pounds. Make haste: don't you hear me? Six and fifty pounds. Is it so difficult to be comprehended? _Flip._ No, Madam, I, I comprehend six and fifty pounds, but---- _Clar._ But go and fetch it then. _Flip._ What she means, I don't know; [_Aside._] but I shall, I suppose, before I bring her the money. [_Exit._ Flip. _Clar._ [_Setting her hair in a pocket glass._] The trade you follow gives you a great deal of trouble, Mrs. _Amlet_. _Aml._ Alack-a-day, a world of pain, Madam, and yet there's small profit, as your honour sees by your bill. _Clar._ Poor woman! sometimes you have great losses, Mrs. _Amlet_? _Aml._ I have two thousand pounds owing me, of which I shall never get ten shillings. _Clar._ Poor woman! You have a great charge of children, Mrs. _Amlet_? _Aml._ Only one wicked rogue, Madam, who I think, will break my heart. _Clar._ Poor woman! _Aml._ He'll be hang'd, Madam----that will be the end of him. Where he gets it, heav'n knows; but he's always shaking his heels with the ladies, and his elbows with the lords. He's as fine as a prince, and as grim as the best of them; but the ungracious rogue tells all that comes near that his mother is dead, and I am but his nurse. _Clar._ Poor woman! _Aml._ Alas, Madam, he's like the rest of the world; every body's for appearing to be more than they are, and that ruins all. _Clar._ Well, Mrs. _Amlet_, you'll excuse me, I have a little business, _Flippanta_ will bring you your money presently. Adieu, Mrs. _Amlet_. [_Exit ~Clarissa~._ _Aml._ I return your honour many thanks [_Sola._] Ah, there's my good lady, not so much as read her bill; if the rest were like her, I should soon have money enough to go as fine as _Dick_ himself. _Enter ~Dick~._ _Dick._ Sure _Flippanta_ must have given my letter by this time; [_Aside._] I long to know how it has been received. _Aml._ _Misericorde!_ what do I see! _Dick._ Fiends and hags--the witch my mother!