Arch. Are demicannons, to be sure; so I won't stand their battery. [Going. Aim. Fray excuse me; my passion must have vent. Arch. Passion! what a plague, d'ye think these romantic airs will do your business? Were my temper as extravagant as yours, my adventures have something more romantic by half.

Aim. Your adventures!

Arch. Yes.

The nymph, that with her twice ten hundred
pounds,

With brazen engine hot, and coif clear starch'd,
Can fire the guest in warming of the bed-

There's a touch of sublime Milton for you, and the subject, but an innkeeper's daughter. I can play with a girl, as an angler does with his fish; he keeps it at the end of his line, runs it up the stream, and down the stream, till at last, he brings it to hand, tickles the trout, and so whips it into his basket.

Bon. Mr. Martin, as the saying is-yonder's an honest fellow below, my Lady Bountiful's butler, who begs the honour, that you would go home with him, and see his cellar.

Arch. Do my baissemains to the gentleman, and tell him, I will do myself the honour to wait on him immediately, as the saying is.

saying is.

Bon. I shall do your worship's commands, as the [Exit, bowing obsequiously. Aim. What do I hear? soft Orpheus play, and fair Toftida sing.

Arch. Pshaw! damn your raptures; I tell you, here's a pump going to be put into the vessel, and the ship will get into harbour, my life on't. You say, there's another lady very handsome there?

Aim. Yes, faith.

Arch. I'm in love with her already.

Aim. Can't you give me a bill upon Cherry in the mean time?

Arch. No, no, friend; all her corn, wine, and oil, is ingrossed to my market-And, once more, I warn you, to keep your anchorage clear of mine; for if you fall foul on me, by this light, you shall go to the bottom.-What! make prize of my little frigate, while I am upon the cruize for you!

Enter BONIFACE.

[Exit.

Aim. Well, well, I won't-Landlord, have you any tolerable company in the house? I don't care for din ing alone.

Bon. Yes, sir, there's a captain below, as the saying is, that arrived about an hour ago.

Aim. Gentlemen of his coat are welcome every where ;-will you make him a compliment from me, and tell him, I should be glad of his company? Bon. Who shall I tell him, sir, wouldAim. Ha! that stroke was well thrown inonly a traveller, like himself, and would be glad of

his company, that's all.

Bon. I obey your commands, as the saying is.

Enter ARCHER.

I'm

[Exit.

Arch. 'Sdeath! I had forgot-what title will give yourself?

you

Aim. My brother's, to be sure: he would never give me any thing else, so I'll make bold with his honour this bout. You know the rest of your cue.

Arch. Ay, ay.

[Exit.

Enter GIBBET.

Gib. Sir, I'm yours.

Aim. 'Tis more than I deserve, sir; for I don't know you.

Gib. I don't wonder at that, sir, for you never saw me before I hope. [Aside. Aim. And pray, sir, how came I by the honour of seeing you now?

Gib. Sir, I scorn to intrude upon any gentlemanbut my landlord

Aim. O, sir, I ask your pardon; you are the captain he told me of?

Gib. At your service, sir.

Aim. What regiment, may I be so bold? Gib. A marching regiment, sir; an old corps. Aim. Very old, if your coat be regimental. Aside. You have served abroad, sir?

Gib. Yes, sir, in the plantations; 'twas my lot to be sent into the worst service; I would have quitted it indeed, but a man of honour, you know-Besides, 'twas for the good of my country, that I should be abroad-Any thing for the good of one's country. -I'm a Roman for that.

Aim. One of the first, I'll lay my life. [Aside.] You found the West Indies very hot, sir? Gib. Ay, sir, too hot for me.

Aim. Pray, sir, han't I seen your face at Will's coffeehouse?

Gib. Yes, sir, and at White's too.

Aim. And where is your company now, captain

Gib. They a'nt come yet.

Aim. Why, d'ye expect them here?
Gib. They'll be here to-night, sir.
Aim. Which way do they march?
Gib. Across the country.-

The devil's in't if I

han't said enough to encourage him to declare-but I'm afraid he's not right-I must tack about.

[Aside.

Aim. Is your company to quarter at Litchfield?
Gib. In this house, sir.

Aim. What! all?

Gib. My company's but thin-Ha! ha! ha! we are but three ;-ha! ha ha!

Aim. You are merry, sir.

Gib. Ay, sir, you must excuse me, sir, I understand the world, especially the art of travelling: I don't care, sir, for answering questions directly upon the road for 1 generally ride with a charge about me. Aim. Three or four, I believe.

[Aside.

Gib. I am credibly informed, that there are highwaymen upon this quarter-not, sir, that I could suspect a gentleman of your figure-But, truly, sir, I have got such a way of evasion upon the road, that I don't care for speaking truth to any man.

Aim. Your caution may be necessary-Then, I presume, you are no captain.

Gib. Not I, sir; captain is a good travelling name, and so I take it. It stops a great many foolish inquiries, that are generally made about gentlemen that travel; it gives a man an air of something, and makes the drawers obedient.-And, thus far, I am a captain, and no farther.

Aim. And, pray, sir, what is your true profession? Gib. O, sir, you must excuse me upon my word, sir, I don't think it safe to tell

ye.

Aim. Ha ha ha! upon my word, I commend

you.

Enter BONIFACE.

Well, Mr. Boniface, what's the news?

Bon. There's another gentleman below, as the saying is, that, hearing you were but two, would be glad to make the third man, if you'd give him leave.

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Aim. What is he?

Bon. A clergyman, as the saying is.

Aim. A clergyman!-is he really a clergyman? or is it only his travelling name, as my friend the captain has it.

Bon. O, sir, he's a priest, and chaplain to the French officers in town.

Aim. Is he a Frenchman?

Bon. Yes, sir; born at Brussels.

Gib. A Frenchman, and a priest! I won't be seen in his company, sir;-I have a value for my reputation, sir.

Aim. Nay, but, captain, since we are by ourselves -Can he speak English, landlord?

Bon. Very well, sir; you may know him, as the saying is, to be a foreigner by his accent, and that's all.

Aim. Then he has been in England before?

Bon. Never, sir, but he's a master of languages, as the saying is he talks Latin; it does me good to hear him talk Latin.

Aim. Then you understand Latin, Mr. Boniface? Bon. Not I, sir, as the saying is;--but he talks it so very fast, that I'm sure it must be good.

Aim. Pray desire him to walk up.
Bon. Here he is, as the saying is.

Enter FOIGARD.

Foig. Save you, gentlemens bote.

Aim. A Frenchman !-Sir, your most humble ser

vant.

Foig. Och, dear joy, I am your most faithful shervant; and yours alsho.

Gib. Doctor, you talk very good English, but you have a mighty twang of the foreigner.

Foig. My English is very well for the vords: but ve foreigners, you know, cannot bring our tongues about the pronunciation so soon.