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Enter Scrub in his breeches, and one shoe on.
Scrub. Eh? my dear brother, let me kiss thee !
(Kisses ARCH. Scrub. Thieves! thieves ! murder! popery! Arch. This way–HereArch. Ha! the very timorous stag will kill in
[Arch, and SCRUB hide behind the bed. rutting time. [Draws, and Offers to stab SCRUB.
Enter GIBBET, with a dark lanthorn in one Scrub. [Kneeling) O pray, sir, spare all I
hand, and a pistol in the other. have, and take my life.
Gib. Ay, ay, this is the chamber, and the lady Mrs Sul. [Holding, Arcuer's hand.) What alone. does the fellow meap?
Mrs Sul. Who are you, sir! What would you Scrub. O, madam, down upon your knees, have? D'ye come to rob me? your marrow-bones-he's one of them.
Gib. Rob you ! Alack-a-day, madam, I'm only Mrs Sul. Of whom?
a younger brother, madam; and so, madam, if Scrub. One of the rogues-I beg your pardon, you make a noise, I'll shoot you through the one of the honest gentlemen that just now are head. But don't be afraid, madam. [Laying broke into the house.
his lanthorn and pistol upon the table.] These Arch. How !
rings, madam; don't be concerned, madam; I Mrs Sul. I hope you did not come to rob me? | have a profound respect for you, madamn; your
Arch. Indeed I did, madam; but I would keys, madam; don't be frighted, madam ; I'm the have taken nothing but what you might very most of a gentleman [Searching her pockets.] well have spared; but your crying thieves has wa This necklace, madain; I never was rude to any ked this dreaming fool, and so he takes them for lady! I have a veneration—for this necklace granted.
[Here Archer, having come round, and seized Scrub. Granted ! 'tis granted, sir; take all we the pistol, takes Gibber by the collar, trips up have.
his heels, and claps the pistol to his breast.] Mrs Sul. The fellow looks as if he were broke Arch. Hold, profane villain, and take the reout of Bedlam.
ward of thy sacrilege! Scrub. Oons, madam, they are broke into the Gib. Oh! pray, sir, don't kill me; I an't prehouse with fire and sword; I saw them; heard pared. them; they'll be here this minute.
Arch. How many are there of thein, Scrub? Arch. What? thieves?
Scrub. Five and forty, sir. Scrub. Under favour, sir, I think so.
Arch. Then I must kill the villain, to have him Mrs Sul. What shall we do, sir?
out of the way. Arch. Madam, I wish your ladyship a good
Gib. Hold! hold, sir! we are but three, upon night. Mrs Sul. Will you leave me?
Arch. Scrub, will you undertake to secure Arch. Leave you! Lord, madam, did you not him? command me to be gone just now, upon pain of Scrub. Not I, sir! kill him, kill him! your immortal hatred ?
Arch. Run to Gipsey's chamber, there you'll Mrs Sul. Nay, but pray, sir
find the doctor ; bring him hither presently. [Takes hold of him.
[Exit SCRUB, running. Arch. Ha, ha, ha! now comes my turn to be Come, rogue, if you have a short prayer, say it. ravished-You see, madam, you must use men Gib. Sir, I have no prayer at all; the governone way or another : but take this by the way, ment has provided a chaplain to say prayers for good madam, that none but a fool will give you us on these occasions. the benefit of his courage, unless you'll take his Mrs Sul. Pray, sir, don't kill himn-you fright love along with it-How are they armed, friend? me as much as him. Scrub. With sword and pistol, sir.
Arch. The dog shall die, madam, for being the Arch. Hush !-I see a dark lanthorn coming occasion of my disappointment-Sirrah, this mothrough the gallery-Madam, be assured I will ment is your
last. protect you, or lose my life..
Gib. Sir, I'll give you two hundred pounds to Mrs Sul. Your life! No, sir, they can rob me spare my life. of nothing that I value half so much; therefore, Arch. Have you no more, rascal ? now, sir, let me intreat you to be gone.
Gib. Yes, sir, I can command four hundred; Arch. No, madam, I'll consult my own safety but I must reserve two of them to save my life for the sake of yours; I'll work by stratagem. at the sessions. Have you courage enough to stand the appear
Enter SCRUB and FOIGARD. ance of them?
Mrs Sul. Yes, yes, since I have escaped your Arch. llere, doctor; I suppose Scrub and you, hands, I can face any thing.
between you, may manage him. Lay hold of Arch. Come hither, brother Scrub; don't you him.
[Forg. lays hold of Gib. know me?
Gib. What! turned over to the priest already!
Look'e, doctor, you come before your time; Aim. And pray, carry these gentlemen to reap I an't condemned yet, I thank ye.
the benefit of the controversy. Foig. Come, my dear joy; I vil secure your
[Delivers the prisoners to SCRUB, who body and your shoul, too; I vil make you a good
leads them out. Catholic, and give you an absolution.
Mrs Sul. Pray, sister, how came my lord here? Gib. Absolution! Can you procure me a par
Dor. And, pray, how came that gentleman don, doctor?
here? Foig. No, joy.
Mrs Sul. I'll tell you the greatest piece of vilGib. Then you and your absolution may go to lainy.
[They talk apart. the devil.
Aim. I fancy, Archer, you have been more Arch. Convey him into the cellar: there bind successful in your adventures than the househim : take the pistol, and, if he offers to resist, breakers. shoot him through the head-and come back to
Arch. No matter for my adventure, yours is us with all the speed you can.
the principal-Press her this minute to marry Scrub. Ay, ay; come, doctor, do you hold him you—now while she's hurried between the palpifast, and I'll guard him.
[Exeunt. iation of her fear, and the joy of her deliverance; Mrs Sul. But how came the doctor?
now while the tide of her spirits is at high floodArch. In short, madam—[Shrieking without.] throw yourself at her feet, speak some romantic 'Sdeath! the rogues are at work with the other nonsense or other--confound her senses, bear ladies ; I'm vexed I parted with the pistol; but down her reasun, and away with her— The priest I must fly to their assistance--Will you stay here, is now in the cellar, and dares not refuse to do madam, or venture yourself with me?
the work. Mrs Sul. Oh, dear sir, with you.
Aim. But how shall I get off without being ob[Takes him by the arm, and ereunt. served?
Arch. You a lover, and not find a way to get SCENE III.—Changes to another apartment in off! Let me see. the house,
Aim. You bleed, Archer.
Arch. 'Sdeath, I'm glad on't; this wound will Enter Hounslow, dragging in Lady Bounti-l do the business. I'll amuse the old lady and
FUL, and Bagsuot, hauling in Dorinda; the Mrs Sullen, about dressing my wound, while you rogues with swords drawn.
carry off Dorinda.
Enter Lady BOUNTIFUL. Houn. Come, come, your jewels, mistress. Bag. Your keys, your keys, old gentlewoman. Lady Boun. Gentlemen, could we understand
how you would be gratified for the servicesEnter AIMWELL,
Arch. Come, come, my lady, this is no time dim. Turn this way, villains! I durst engage for compliments; I'm wounded, madam. an army in such a cause.
Lady Boun. and Mrs Sul. How, wounded !
Aim. None but what you may cure-
[Makes love in dumb shex. Arch. Hold, hold, my lord ! every man his Lady Boun. Let me see your arm, sir-I must bird, pray. (They engage man to man; the rogues have some powder-sugar to stop the blood are thrown down, and disarmed.] Shall we kill me !-an ugly gash; upon my word, sir, yo the rogues ?
must go to bed. Aim. No, no, we'll bind them.
Arch. Ay, my lady, a bed would do very well Arch. Ay, ay; here, madam, lend me your gar- -Madam [To Mrs Sullen) will you do me
[To Mrs SULLEN, who stands by him. the favour to conduct me to a chamber. Mrs Sul. The devil's in this fellow; he fights, Lady Boun. Do, do, daughter, while I get the Joves, and banters, all in a breath. Here's a cord, lint, and the probe, and the plaster ready. that the rogues brought with them, I suppose.
[Runs out one way, Aim. carries off Dor. Arch. Right, right; the rogue's destiny; a rope another.] to hang himself-Come, come, my lord, this is Arch. Come, madam, why don't you obey your but a scandalous sort of an office. [Binding the mother's commands ? rogues together. If our adventures should end Mrs Sul. How can you, after what is past, in this sort of hangman work-but I hope there have the confidence to ask me? is something in prospect that
Arch. And, if you go to that, how can you,
after what is past, bave the confidence to deny Enter SCRUB.
me ?-Was not this blood shed in your desence, Well, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar? and my life exposed for your protection ? Look'e,
Scrub. Yes, sir, í left the priest and him dis- madam, I'm none of your romantic fools that puting about religion.
fight giants and monsters for nothing; my valour
is downright Swiss; I am a soldier of fortune, Dor. Forbid it, Heaven! A counterfeit! and must be paid.
Aim. I am no lord, but a poor needy man, Mrs Sul. 'Tis ungenerous in you, sir, to up come with a mean and scandalous design, to prey braid me with your services.
upon your fortune--but the beauties of your Arch. 'Tis ungenerous in you, madam, not to mind and person have so won me from myself, reward them.
that, like a trusty servant, I prefer the interest Mrs Sul. How! at the expence of my honour of my mistress to my own.
Arch. Honour! Can honour consist with in Dor. Sure I have had the dream of some poor gratitude ? If you would deal like a woman of mariner: a sleeping image of a welcome port, honour, do like a man of honour. D'ye think I and wake involved in storms-Pray, sir, who are would deny you in such a case ?
Aim. Brother to the man whose title I usurpEnter Gipsey.
ed, but stranger to his honour or fortune, Gip. Madam, my lady ordered me to tell you, Dor. Matchless honesty !-Once I was proud, that your brother is below at the gate.
sir, of your wealth and title; but now, am prouder Mrs Sul. My brother! Heavens be praised that you want it. Now I can shew my love was --Sir, he shall thank you for your services; he justly levelled, and had no aim but love. Dochas it in his power.
tor, come in. Arch. Who is your brother, madam? Mrs Sul. Sir Charles Freeman. You'll excuse
Enter FOIGARD at one door, GIPSEY at another, me, sir; I must go and receive him.
who whispers DORINDA. [Erit Mrs Sul. Your pardon, sir; we sha’nt want you now, sir. Arch. Sir Charles Freeman! 'Sdeath and You must excuse me,I'll wait on you presently. hell! my old acquaintance. Now, unless Aim
[Exit with GIPSEY. well has made good use of his time, all our fair Foig. Upon my shoul, now, dis is foolish. machine goes souse into the sea like the Edistone.
Erit. [Exit. Aim. Gone ! and bid the priest depart-It has
an ominous look.
Arch. Courage, Tom-shall I wish you joy? Dor. Well, well, my lord, you have conquer Aim. No. ed. Your late generous action will, I hope, Arch. Oons ! man, what ha' you been doing? plead for my easy yielding; though, I must own, Aim. O, Archer! my honesty, I fear, has ruinyour lordship had a friend in the fort before.
ed me. Aim. The sweets of Hybla dwell upon her Arch. How? tongue-Here, doctor
Aim. I have discovered myself.
Arch. Discovered ! and without my consent ! Enter ForGard, with a book.
What! have I embarked my small remains in Foig. Are you prepared, bote?
the same bottom with yours, and you dispose of Dor. I'm ready: but first, my lord, one word-all without my partnership? I have a frightful example of a hasty marriage Aim. O, Archer, I own my fault. in my own family; when I reflect upon't, it Arch. After conviction—'Tis then too late for shocks me.
Pray, my lord, consider a little pardon--You may remember, Mr Aimwell, Aim. Consider ! Do you doubt my honour, or that you proposed this folly-As you begun, so
end it-Henceforth, I'll hunt my fortune single. Dor. Neither. I do believe you equally just So farewell. as brave-And were your whole sex drawn out Aim. Stay, my dear Archer, but a minute ! for me to choose, I should not cast a look upon Arch. Stay! What, to be despised, exposed, the multitude, if you were absent-But, my lord, and laughed at ! No, I would sooner change conI'm a woman : colours, concealments, may hide a ditions with the worst of the rogues we just now thousand faults in me-Therefore, know me bet- bound, than bear one scornful smile from the ter first; I hardly dare atfirm I know myself in proud knight that once I treated as my equal. any thing except my love.
Aim. What knight? Aim. Such goodness who could injure? I find Arch. Sir Charles Freeman, brother to the myself unequal to the task of villain. She has | lady that I had almost -But no matter for gained my soul, and made it bonest like her own that; 'tis a cursed night's work, and so I leave - cannot hurt her. [ Aside.) Doctor, retire. you to make the best on't. [E.rit ForGard.] Madam, behold your lover and Aim. Freeman ! One word, Archer. Still your proselyte, and judge of my passion by my con- I have hopes; methought, she received my conversion-I'm all a lie, nor dare I give a fiction to fession with pleasure. yourarms; I'm all a counterteit, except my passion. Arch. 'Sdeath! who doubts it?
as you saw.
Aim. She consented after to the match; and entitles me to the moiety of this lady's fortune, still I dare believe she will be just.
which, I think, will amount to ten thousand Arch. To herself, I warrant her, as you should pounds! have been.
Aim. Not a penny, Archer. You would have Aim. By all my hopes, she comes, and smiling cut my throat just now, because I would not decomes !
ceive this lady. Enter DORINDA, mighty gay.
Arch. Ay, and I'll cut your throat still, if you
should deceive her now. Dor. Come, my dear lord-I fly with impa Aim. That's what I expect; and, to end the patience to your arms -The minutes of my dispute, the lady's fortune is twenty thousand absence were a tedious year. Where's this priest? pounds; we'll divide stakes; take the twenty
thousand pounds, or the lady! Enter F016ARD.
Dor. How! Is your lordship so indifferent ? Arch. Oops, a brave girl!
Arch. No, no, madam; his lordship knows Dor. I suppose, my lord, this gentleman is very well that I'll take the money; I leave you to privy to our affairs?
his lordship, and so we're both provided for. Arch. Yes, yes, madam, I'm to be your
Enter FOIGARD. Dor. Come, priest, do your othce.
Arch. Make haste, make haste; couple them Foig. Arra fait, de people do say you be all
Aim. The ladies have been in some danger, sir,
Foig. Upon my shoul, our inn be robbed, too.
Aim. Our inn ! By whom?
Dor. Look'e, sir, one generous action deserves Arch. Robbed himself?
Enter a fellow, with a strong bor and letter. Aim. Archer, what does she mean?
Fel. Is there one Martin here!
Arch. Ay, ay--who wants him?
Fel. I have a box here, and a letter, for him. Enter Sir CHARLES and MRS SULLEN.
Arch. (Taking the bor.] Ha, ha, ha! whiat's Sir Cha. My dear lord Aimwell, I wish you here? Leyerdemain ! By this light, my lord, our joy.
money again! But this unfolds the riddle. [OpenAim. Of what?
ing the letter, reads.] Hum, bum, hum-- ), Sir Cha. Of your honour and estate. Your 'tis for the public good, and must be communibrother died the day before I left London ; and cated to the company. all your friends have writ after you to Brussels; among the rest I did myself the honour.
• Mr Martin, Arch. Hark’c, sir kuight, don't you banter My father, being afraid of an impeachment
by the rogues that are taken tv-night, is gone Sir Cha. 'Tis truth, upon my honour.
off'; but if you can procure him a pardon, he'll Aim. Thanks to the pregnant stars that formed make great discoveries, that may be useful to this accident.
the country. Could I have met you, instead of Arch. Thanks to the womb of time that brought your master, to-night, I would have delivered it forth; away with it!
myself into your hands, with a sum that mucb Aim. Thanks to my guardian angel that led me exceeds that in your strong box, which I have to the prize [Taking Dorinda's hand. sent you, with an assurance to my dear Martin, Arch. And double thanks to the noble sir
that I shall ever be liis most faithful friend, till Charles Freeman. My lord, I wish you joy
Cuerry BONIFACE, My lady, I wish you joy Sdeath, I'm There's a billet-doux for you! -_ As for the fagrown straugely airy upon this matter--My lord, ther, I think he ought to be encouraged ; and for how d'ye?-A word, my lord. Don't you re the daughter-pray, my lord, persuade your bride member something of a previous agreement that to take her into her service instead of Gipsey.
agree in ?
Aim. I can assure you, madam, your deliver Sir Cha. And have you succeeded ? ance was owing to her discovery.
Sul. No. Dor. Your command, my lord, will do without Arch. The condition fails of his side-Pray, the obligation. I'll take care of her.
madam, what did you marry for? Sir Cha. This good company meets opportune Mrs Sul. To support the weakness of my sex, ly in favour of a design I have in behalf of my by the strength of his, and to enjoy the pleasures unfortunate sister. I intend to part her from her of an agreeable society. husband Gentlemen, will you assist me?
Sir Cha. Are your expectations answered ? Arch. Assist you ! 'Sdeath, who would not? Mrs Sul. No. Foig. Ay; upon my shoul, we'll all ashist.
. Arra, honeys! a clear cause, a clear Enter SULLEN.
Sir Cha. What are the bars to your mutual Sul. What's all this? They tell me, spouse, contentment? that you had like to have been robbed.
Mrs Sul. In the first place, I can't drink ale Mrs Sul. Truly, spouse, I was pretty near it, with him. had not these two gentlemen interposed.
Sul. Nor can I drink tea with her, Sul. How came these gentlemen here?
Mrs Sul. I can't hunt with
you. Mrs Sul. That's his way of returning thanks, Sul. Nor can I dance with you. you must know.
Mrs Sul. I hate cocking and racing, Foig. Ay; but upon my conscience, de ques Sul. I abhor ombre and piquet. tion be a-propos for all dat.
Mrs Sul. Your silence is intolerable. Sir Cha. You promised last night, sir, that you Sul. Your prating is worse. would deliver your lady to me this morning. Mrs Sul. Have we not been a perpetual ofSul. Humph.
fence to each other--a gnawing vulture at the Arch. Humph! What do you mean by humph? | heart? --Sir, you shall deliver her In short, sir, we Sul. A frightful goblin to the sight? have saved you and your family; and, if you are Mrs Sul. A porcupine to the feeling? not civil, we'll unbind the rogues, join with them, Sul. Perpetual wormwood to the taste? and set fire to your house -What does the man Mrs Sul. Is there on earth a thing we can mean? Not part with his wife! Foig. Arra, not part wid your wife! Upon my Sul. Yes
to part. shoul, de man dosh not understand common shi Mrs Sul. With all my heart. vility.
Sul. Your hand. Mrs Sul. Hold, gentlemen; all things here must Mrs Sul. Here. move by consent. Compulsion would spoil us. Sul. These hands joined us, these shall part Let my dear and I talk the matter over, and you
--Awayshall judge it between us.
Mrs Sul. East, Sul. Let me know first, who are to be our Sul. West. judges. -Pray, sir, who are you?
Mrs Sul. North. Sir Cha. I am sir Charles Freeman, come to Sul. South; far as the poles asunder. take away your wife.
Foig. Upon my shoul, a very pretty sheremony! Sul. And you, good sir?
Sir Cha. Now, Mr Sullen, there wants only Aim. Thomas, viscount Aimwell, come to take my sister's fortune to make us easy. away your sister,
Sul. Sir Charles, you love your sister, and I Sul. And you, pray, sir?
love her fortune: every one to his fancy. Arch. Francis Archer, esq. come
Arch. Then you won't refund? Sul. To take away my mother, I hope-Gen Sul. Not a stiver, tlemen, you're hcartily welcome. I never met Arch. What is her portion ? with three more obliging people since I was born Sir Cha. Twenty thousand pounds, sir. --And now, my dear, if you please, you shall Arch. I'll pay it. My lord, I thank him, has have the first word.
enabled me, and, if the lady pleases, she shall go Arch. And the last, for five pounds. (Aside. home with me. This night's adventure has provMrs Sul. Spouse.
ed strangely lucky to us all-- For captain Gibbet, Sul, Rib.
in his walk, has made bold, Mr Sullen, with your Mrs Sul. How long have you been married ? study and escritore, and has taken out all the
Sul. By the almanack, fourteen months ;-but, writings of your estate, all the articles of marby my account, fourteen years.
riage with your lady, bills, bonds, leases, receipts Mrs Sul. 'Tis thereabout, by my reckoning. to an infinite value; I took them from him, and
Foig. Upon my conshience, dere accounts vil will deliver them to sir Charles. agree.
[Gives him a parcel of papers and parchments. Mrs Sul. Pray, spouse, what did you marry for? Sul. How, my writings ! my head aches conSul. To get an heir to my estate.
suinedly. Well, gentlemen, you shall have her Vol. II.