_Luck_. With all my heart, madam; get me a pen and ink, and I'll
give you my note for it immediately.

_Money_. Your note! who will discount it? Not your bookseller; for
he has as many of your notes as he has of your works; both good
lasting ware, and which are never likely to go out of his shop and his
scrutore.

_Har_. Nay, but, madam, 'tis barbarous to insult him in this
manner.

_Money_. No doubt you'll take his part. Pray get you about your
business. I suppose he intends to pay me by ruining you. Get you in
this instant: and remember, if ever I see you with him again I'll turn
you out of doors.




SCENE II--LUCKLESS, Mrs MONEYWOOD


_Luck_. Discharge all your ill-nature on me, madam, but spare
poor Miss Harriot.

_Money_. Oh! then it is plain. I have suspected your familiarity
a long while. You are a base man. Is it not enough to stay three
months in my house without paying me a farthing, but you must ruin my
child?