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of the way.

say it.

Arch. Then I must kill the villain, to have him out

Gib. Hold! hold! sir; we are but three, upon my honour.

Arch. Scrub, will you undertake to secure him? Scrub. Not 1, sir; kill him, kill him!

Arch. Run to Gipsey's chamber; there you'll find the doctor ; bring him hither presently. [Exit SCRUB, running.] Come, rogue, if you have a short

prayer, Gib. Sir, I have no prayer at all ; the government has provided a chaplain to say prayers for us on these occasions.

Mrs. Sul. Pray, sir, don't kill him: You fright me as much as him.

Arch. The dog shall die, madam, for being the occasion of my disappointment.--Sirrah, this moment is your last.

Gib. Sir, I'll give you two hundred pounds to spare Arch. Have you no more, rascal ?

Gib. Yes, sir, I can command four hundred ; but I must reserve two of them to save my life at the sessions.

Enter SCRUB and FOIGARD. Arch. Here, doctor: I suppose Scrub and you, between you, may manage him: -Lay hold of him.

[FOIGARD lays hold of GIBBET. Gib. What! turned over to the priest already Lookye, doctor, you come before your time; I an't condemned yet, I thank ye.

Foig. Come, my dear joy, I vil secure your body and your shoul too; I will make you a good catholic, and give you an absolution.

Gib. Absolution! Can you procure me a pardon, doctor ?

my life.

Foig. No, joy.
Gib. Then


absolution may go to the deyil.

Arch. Convey him into the cellar, there bind him: -Take the pistol, and if he offers to resist, shoot him through the head, -and come back to us with all the speed you can.

Scrub. Ay, ay; come, doctor, do you hold him fast, and I'll guard him.

[Exeunt SCRUB, GIBBET, and FOIGARD, Mrs. Sul. But how came the doctor?

Arch. In short, madam-[Shrieking without.] 'Sdeath! the rogues are at work with the other ladies: I'm vexed I parted with the pistol ; but I must fiy to their assistance-Will you stay here, inadam, or yenture yourself with me? Mrs. Sul. Oh, with you, dear sir, with you.

[Takes him by the Arm, and exeunt,


Another Apartment.

Enter HOUNSLOW and BAGSHOT, with Swords drawn,


Houns. Come, come, your jewels, mistress.
Bag. Your keys, your keys, old gentlewoman.

Enter AIMWELL. Aim. Turn this way, villains ; I durst engage an army in such a 'cause. [He engages them both.


Arch. Hold! hold! my lord; every man his bird, pray.

[They engage Man to Mun; the Rogues are

thrown down, and disarmed.
Arch. Shall we kill the rogues ?
Aim. No, no; we'll bind them.
Arch. Ay, ay; here, madam, lend me your garter.

[TO Mrs. SULLEN, who stunds by him. Mrs. Sul. The devil's in this fellow; he fights, loves, and banters all in a breath : here's a rope, that the rogues brought with them, I suppose.

Arch. Right, right, the rogue's destiny, a rope to hang himself

Come, my lord, this is but a scandalous sort of an office, [Binding the ROGUES together.] if our adventure should end in this sort of hangmanwork; but I hope there is something in pro

spect that

Enter SCRUB.

Well, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar?

Scrub. Yes, sir, I left the priest and him disputing about religion.

Aim. And pray carry these gentlemen to reap the benefit of the controversy. [Delivers the PRISONERS to SCRUB, who leads

them out. Mrs. Sul. Pray, sister, how came my lord bere? Dor. And pray, how came the gentleman here?

Mrs. Sul. I'll tell you the greatest piece of villainy

[They talk in dumb Show. Aim. I fancy, Archer, you have been more successful in your adventure than the housebreakers.

Arch. No matter for my adventure, yours is the principal -Press her this minute to marry you, » now while she's hurried between the palpitation of

her fear, and the joy of her deliverance, now while the tide of her spirits are at high-flood: -throw yourself at her feet, speak some romantic nonsense or other; --confound her senses, bear down her reason, and away with her:- The priest is now in the cellar, and dare not refuse to do the work.

Aim. But how shall I get off without being observed ?

Arch. You a lover, and not find a way to get off!
Let me see.
Aim. You bleed, Archer.

Arch. 'Sdeath, I'm glad on't; this wound will do the business-- I'll amuse the old lady and Mrs. Sullen about dressing my wound, while you carry off Dorinda. Ladj B. Gentlemen, could we understand how

you would be gratified for the services

Arch. Come, come, my lady, this is no time for compliments ; I'in wounded, madam.

Lady B. and Mrs. Sul. How! wounded!
Dor. I hope, sir, you have received no hurt?
Aim, None but what you may cure-

[Makes love in dumb Show. Lady B. Let me see your arm, sir--I must have some powder sugar, to stop the blood

O me! an ugly gash; upon my word, sir, you must go into bed. Arch. Ay, my lady, a bed would do very

well Madam [70 Mrs. SULLEN.] will you do me the favour to conduct me to a chamber?

Lady B. Do, do, daughter, while I get the lint, and the probe, and plaister ready. [Runs out one IVay; AFMWELLcarries off DORINDA

another. Arch. Come, madam, why don't you obey your mother's commands ?

Mrs. Sul. How can you, after what iş past, have the confidence to ask me ?

Arch. And if you go to that, how can yoụ, after

what is past, have the confidence to deny me?-
Was not this blood shed in your defence, and my

life exposed for your protection ?- Lookye, madam, I'm none of your romantic fools, that fight giants and monsters for nothing; my valour is downright Swiss; I am a soldier of fortune, and must be paid.

Mrs. Sul. 'Tis ungenerous in you, sir, to upbraid me with your services.

Arch. 'Tis ungenerous in you, madam, not to reward them. Mrs. Sul. How! at the



honour! Arch. Honour ! Can honour consist with ingratitude? If you would deal like a woman of honour, do like a man of honour; d'ye think I would deny you in such a case ?


Gip. Madam, my lady ordered me to tell you, that your brother is below at the gate.

Nirs. Sul. My brother! Heavens be praised :--Sir, he shall thank you for your services; he has it in his power,

Arch. Who is your brother, madam?

Mrs. Sul. Sir Charles Freeman: -You'll excuse me, sir; I must go and receive him.

[Exit. Arch. Sir Charles Freeman! 'Sdeath and hell!

-My old acquaintance. Now, unless Aimwell has nade good use of his time, all our machine goes souse into the sea, like an Eddistone. [Exit,

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