[Looking about, and gathering up his things.]
LAET. My jewel, art thou there?--No matter for your patch.--You
s'an't tum in, Nykin--run into my chamber, quickly, quickly--You
s'an't tum in.
FOND. Nay, prithee, dear, i'feck I'm in haste.
LAET. Then I'll let you in. [Opens the door.]
SCENE XVI.
LAETITIA, FONDLEWIFE, SIR JOSEPH.
FOND. Kiss, dear--I met the master of the ship by the way, and I
must have my papers of accounts out of your cabinet.
LAET. Oh, I'm undone! [Aside.]
SIR JO. Pray, first let me have fifty pound, good Alderman, for
I'm in haste.
FOND. A hundred has already been paid by your order. Fifty? I
have the sum ready in gold in my closet.
SCENE XVII.
LAETITIA, SIR JOSEPH.
SIR JO. Agad, it's a curious, fine, pretty rogue; I'll speak to
her.--Pray, Madam, what news d'ye hear?
LAET. Sir, I seldom stir abroad. [Walks about in disorder.]
SIR JO. I wonder at that, Madam, for 'tis most curious fine
weather.
LAET. Methinks 't has been very ill weather.
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