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.

SIR JO. As you say, madam, 'tis pretty bad weather, and has been