Lud. I must humour her——[Aside.] Ay Child.

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Lucy. Why then I take you at your Word, Sir, and can produce the aforesaid Sum——[To Piz.] With a little of your Assistance, My Lord.

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Lud. (aside.) Hum——A pretty Wife I am like to have——Catch me there if you can——

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Piz. Ha——How's that?

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Lud. How! Mistress Lucy, worth two thousand Pistoles?

Lucy. Ay: And I have a very good Pay-master for one Half of it too—Do you know this Hand, my Lord? [To Pizalto.] (Shews the Bond.)

Piz. (aside.) Confound your jilting Sneer.

Lud. Ha, ha, ha——What, a thousand Pistoles a Dish, my Lord? I hope you don't change often, ha——ha——

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Piz. Hussy, I'll be reveng'd——'Tis all false, 'tis counterfeit.

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Lucy. Ha—ha—But it had been current Coin, if I had suffer'd you to put your Stamp upon't——in my Bed-chamber, my Lord——

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