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Rob. (scratching his head.) Well, well let it stand if you please till another time.
Pro. I thought so: faith you're too cunning for me! But shew us the way to the back door, quickly.
Rob. And should you like to come that way tomorrow, when you bring me the money? I shall be sure to be in the way to let you in.
Pro. Let us out by the back door to-day, and let me in to-morrow by any door you please.
(Exuent.
END OF THE THIRD ACT.
