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Show go The CONFEDERACT. Clip. I leave it with Hu Gripe, do mgjfijt n^-.Ay, but'tis from you, by f^^fi 1 GrL'Youexpeft, you Rogue, to make your eftap^ flo vou 9 But I have other Accounts befides this, t0 t a k e up with you. T o be foe the D o g has cheated m e of two hundred and fifty Pound. Come, Villam, give m e an Account of. • • ; * W , . Account o f ! - - S.r give m e an Account ef m y Necklace, or I'll make fuch a Noife m you. Houfe, I'll raife the Devil m't. Gripe. Well faid, Courage. 2 > « > Blood and Thunder, give it m e , or- , G«/«. C o m e , hufh, be Wife, and 111 make no noife * Brafs You'll make no Noife! But I'll make j Noife and a damn'd Noife too. O , don't think to- Gripe. 1 tell theel will not hang thee. Brafs. But I tell you 1 will hang you, if you don t clve m e m y Necklace. I will, rot m e . _ Gripe. Speak foftly, be wife J how came tt thine ? w h o gave it thee ? . ' ir«/>. A Gentleman, a Friend of mine. Gnte. What's his N a m e ? , Bnj/i. His N a m e ! I'm » fuch a Paffion I haGWwS Ah!'brazen Rogue thpu haft ftole it from m y Wife • 'tis the fame fhe loft fix W e e k s ago. Brafs. This has not been in England a Month. Gripe. Y o u are a Son of a Whore. Brafs Give m e m y Necklace. Gnjfc Give m e m y two hundred and fifty Pound *»,/•„ Yet I offer Peace : one word without Paffioa: T h e Cafe ftands thus, Either I'm out of ^ J " ^ you are out of yours: N o w 'us plain I a m not out a 7#* Co NFEDERACY. 8l Brafs. Murder, Murder .' Enter Clarnla, Araminta, Corinna, Flippanta, and Moneytrap. Flip. W hat's the matter ? What's the matter here > Gripe. I'll matter him; Clar. W h o makes thee cry out thus, poor Brafs * Brafs. W h y , your Husband, Madam, he's in his AI^ titudes here. Gripe. Robber. Brafs. Here, he has cheated m e of a Diamond Necklace. Cor. W h o , Papa ? A h dear me. Clar. Prithee what's the meaning of this great E~ motion, m y Dear ? Gripe. The meaning is t h a t - I ' m quite out of b r e a t h - this Son of a Whore has got your Necklace, that's all. Clar. M y Necklace! Grips. That Birdlime there ftole it. Clar. Impoflible! Brafs. Madam, you fee Mafter's a little- touch'd, that's all. Twenty Ounces of Blood let loofe, wou'd fetal! right again. Gripe. Here call a Conftable prefently. Neighbour Moneytrap, you'll commit him. Brafs. D'ye hear ? d'ye hear ? See h o w wild he look*; how his Eyes roll in his Head : tye him down, or he'll do fome mifcl\ief or other. Gripe. Let m e coffee, at him. Clar. Hold prithee, m y Dear, reduce things to a little Temperance, and let us coolly into the Secret of this difagreeable Rupture. Gripe. Well then, without Paffion: W h y , you muft know, (but I'll have him hang'd) you muft know that he came to Mr. Clip, to Mr. Clip the D o g did--, with a Necklace to fell yio Mr. Clip having notice before that, (can you deny this, Sirrah ?) that you had loft yours, brings it to me. Look at it here, do you know it a-gain I Ah you Tray tor*. [To Brafs. D $ Brafti |