LÆTITIA, 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.
LÆT. 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.