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Show 18 The C O N F E D E R A C Y. CJar. But, Mrs. AtnUv muft lend m e fome Money, where, fhall I have any to pay her elfe? rfHip. That's true ; I never thought of that truly. But iicre fhe is. ... , - / „ Hitter Mrs,<km\tt,\ Clar, H o w d'you do ? Howd'you do, Mrs. Amlet * I han't feen you thefe thoufand Years, and yet I believe I'm down in your Books. Ami, O, Madam, I don't come for that, alack. F lip.G ood- morrow, Mrs. Amlet, Ami. Good-morrow, Mrs. Flippanta, Clar, H o w much am I indebted to you, Mrs.Amlet? Ami, Nay, if your Ladyfhip defires to fee your Bill, I believe I may have it about me. There, Madam, if it ben't too much Fatigue to you to look it over. Clar, Let m e fee it, for I hate to be in debt, where I a m oblig'd to pay. {Afide.] , Reads.] Imprimis, For bolflering out the Countefs of Crump'* left Hip . O fy9 this does not belong to me. Ami. I beg your Ladyfhip's pardon, I miftook indeed; 'tis a Countefs's Bill I have writ out to little pur-pofe. I furnifh'd her two Years ago with three Pair of Hips, and a m not paid for them yet ; But fome are better Cuftomers than fome. There's your Ladyfhip's Billj Madam. Clar. For the Idea of a new-invented Commode* • , Ay, this may be mine, but 'tis of a prepofterous Length. D o you think I can wafte Time to read every Article, Mrs. Amlet t I'd as lief read a Sermon. Ami. Alack-a-day, there's no need of fatiguing your felf at that rate ; caft an Eye only, if your Honour pleafes, upon the Sum Total. Clar. Total ; fifty fix Pound • and odd things. Flip. But fix and fifty Pound ! Ami. Nay, another body would have made it twice as much, but there's a Bleftin^ coes along with a mo-aerate Profit. Clar. Flippanta, go to m y Cafhier, let him give you fix and fifty Pound. Make hafte : Don't your hear me ? fix and fifty Pound. Is it fo difficult to be comprehended ? #% The C O N F E D E R A C Y . 19 Flip. N o , Madam, I, I comprehend fix and fifty Pound, but » Clar. But go and fetch it then. Flip. What fhe means, I don't know-, {Afide.] but I ihall, I fuppofe, before I bring her the Money. [Ex.Flip. Clar. {Setting her Hair in a Pocket-Glafs.] The Trade you follow gives you a great deal of Trouble,, Mrs. Amlet. Ami. Alack-a-day, a World of Pain, Madam, and yet there's fmall Profit, as your Honour fees by your Bill. Clar. Poor W o m a n ! Sometimes you have great Lofles, Mrs. Amlet, Ami. I have two thoufand Pounds owing me, of which I fhall never get ten Shillings. Clar. Poor W o m a n ! You have a great Charge of Children, Mrs. Amlet, Ami. Only one wicked Rogue, Madam, who, I think, will break m y Heart. Clar. Poor W o m a n ! Ami. He'll be hang'd, Madam----that Will be the end of him. Where he gets it, Heav'n knows ; but he's always making his Heels with the Ladies, and his Elbows with the Lords. He's as fine as a Prince, and as gim as the beft of them; but the ungracious Rogue tells all he comes near that his Mother is dead, and I am but his Nurfe. Clar. Poor W o m a n! Ami. Alas, Madam, he's like the reft of the World ; every body's for appearing to be more than they are, and that ruins all. Clar. Well, Mrs. Amlet, you'll excufe me, I have a little Bufinefs, Flippanta will bring you your Money pre-fently. Adieu, Mrs. Amleu [Exit ClarilTa. Ami. I return your Honour many Thanks. Sola.] Ah, there's m y good Lady, not fo much as read her Bill; if the reft were like her, I fhould foon have Money enough to go as fine as Dick himfelf. Enter |