Scene VII.

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VALENTINE, SCANDAL, TRAPLAND, JEREMY, STEWARD who whispers VALENTINE. SCANDAL Here's a dog now, a traitor in his wine: sirrah, refund the sack.--Jeremy, fetch him some warm water, or I'll rip up his stomach, and go the shortest way to his conscience. TRAPLAND Mr Scandal, you are uncivil; I did not value your sack; but you cannot expect it again when I have drunk it. SCANDAL And how do you expect to have your money again when a gentleman has spent it? VALENTINE You need say no more, I understand the conditions; they are very hard, but my necessity is very pressing: I agree to 'em. Take Mr Trapland with you, and let him draw the writing. Mr Trapland, you know this man: he shall satisfy you. TRAPLAND Sincerely, I am loth to be thus pressing, but my necessity - VALENTINE No apology, good Mr Scrivener, you shall be paid. TRAPLAND I hope you forgive me; my business requires -
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