Aphra Behn

The City Heiress Aphra Behn

SCENE I. The Street. Enter Sir Timothy Treat-all, follow'd by Tom Wilding bare, Sir Charles Meriwill, Foppington, and Footman with a Cloke_. Sir Tim. Trouble me no more: for I am resolv'd, deaf and obdurate, d'ye see, and so forth. Wild. I beseech ye, Uncle, hear me. Sir Tim. No. Wild. Dear Uncle-Sir Tim. No. Wild. You will be mortify'd-Sir Tim. No. Wild. At least hear me out, Sir. Sir Tim. No, I have heard you out too often, Sir, till you have talkt me out of many a fair Thousand; have had ye out of all the Bayliffs, Serjeants, and Constables Clutches about Town, Sir; have brought you out of all the Surgeons, Apothecaries, and pocky Doctors Hands, that ever pretended to cure incurable Diseases; and have crost ye out of the Books of all the Mercers, Silk-men, Exchange-men, Taylors, Shoemakers, and Sempstresses; with all the rest of the unconscionable City-tribe of the long Bill, that had but Faith enough to trust, and thought me Fool enough to pay.