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Arch. Truly, the man is not very unreasonable in his demands.
[Exit, at the opposite Door. Enter BONIFACE and CHERRY. Bun. Well, daughter, as the saying is, have you brought Martin to confess ?
Cher. Pray, father, don't put me upon getting any thing out of a man; I'm but young, you know, father, and don't understand wheedling.
Bon. Young ! why, you jade, as the saying is, can any woman wheedle that is not young? Your mother was useless at five and twenty! Would you make your mother a whore, and me a cuckold, as the saying is ? I tell you, silence confesses it, and his master spends his money so freely, and is so much a gentleman every manner of way, that he must be a highwayman.
Enter GIBBET, in a Cloak.
Gib. No matter; ask no questions; all fair and honourable. Here, my dear Cherry. [Gives her Bag.] Two hundred sterling pounds, as good as ever hanged or saved a rogue; lay them by with the rest. And here~three wedding or mourning rings~'tis much the same, you know -Here, two silver hilted swords; I took those from fellows that never show any part of their swords but the hilts: here is a diamond necklace, which the lady bid in the privatest part in the coach, but I found it out: this gold watch I took from a pawnbroker's wife; it was left in her hands by a person of quality; there's the arns upon the case. Cher. But who had the
from? Gib. Ah! poor wonian! I pitied her from a poor lady, just eloped from her husband; she had made up her cargo, and was bound for Ireland, as hard as she
could drive: she told me of her husband's barbarous usage, and so, faiih, I left her half a crown. But I had almost forgot, my dear Cherry; I have a present for you.
Cher. What is't?
Gb. A pot of ceruse, my child, that I took out of a lady's under petticoat pocket.
Cher. What, Mr. Gibbet, do you think, that I
Gib. Why, you jade, your betters do; I am sure, the lady that I took it from had a coronet upon
her handkerchief. Here, take my cloak, and go, secure the premises. Cher, I will secure them.
Exit, Bon. But, harkye, where's Hounslow and Bagshot? Gib. They'll be here to-night.
Bon. D'ye know of any other gentlemen oʻthe pad on this road?
Bon. I fancy, that I have two that lodge in the house just now.
Gib. The devil! how d’ye smoak them ?
Gib. To church! that's suspicious, I must confess.
Bon. And the other is now in his master's chamber: he pretends to be a servant to the other; we'll call him out, and pump hin a little.
Gib. With all niy heart.
Enter ARCHER, brushing a Hat, and singing. Gib. The roads are consumed deep ; I'm as dirty as Old Brentford at Christmas. A good pretty fellou - Who's servant are you, friend?
Arik Miy master's.
Gib. That's much--The fellow has been at the bar, by his evasions :-But pray, sir, what is your master's name?
Arch. Tall, all, dall. [Sings, and brushes the Hat.] This is the most obstinate spot Gib. I ask
his name? Arch. Name, sir,---Tall, all, dall I never asked him his name in my life. Tull, all, dall.
Bon. What think you now?
Gib. Plain. plain; he talks now as if he were before a judge: but pray, friend, which way
your master travel ?
Arch. On horseback.
Gib. Very well again ; an old offender-Right; but, I mean, does he go upwards or downwards ?
Arch. Downwards, I fear, sir! Tall, all.
Bon. Ha! ha! ha! Mr. Martin, you're very archThis gentlemen is only travelling towards Chester, and would be glad of your company, that's allCome, Captain, you'll stay to-night, I suppose; I'll show you a chamber-Come, Captain. Gib. Farewell, friend
[Exeunt GIPBET and BONIFACE. Arch. Captain, your servant Captain! a pretty fellow! 'Sdeath, I wonder that the officers of the army don't conspire to beat all scoundrels in red but their own.
Enter CHERRY. Cher. Gone, and Martin here! I hope he did not listen: I would have the merit of the discovery all my own, because I would oblige him to love me. [dside.]--Mr. Martin, who was that man with my father?
Arch. Some recruiting sergeant, or whipped out trooper, I suppose.
Cher. All's safe, I find.
[Aside. Arch. Come, my dear, have you conned over the eatechism I taught you last night?
Cher. Come, question me.
Cher. Love is I know not what, it comes I know not how, and goes 1 1. now not when.
Arch. Very well, an apt scholar. (Chucks her under the Chin.] Where does love enter?
Cher. Into the eyes.
Cher. The two first are fashionable in nature, and the third at court.
Arch. That's my dearWhat are the signs and tokens of that passion ?
Cher. A stealing look, a stammering tongue, words improbable, designs impossible, and actions impracticable.
Arch. That's my good child, kiss me. What must a lover do to obtain his mistress ?
Cher. He must adore the person that disdains him, he must bribe the chambermaid that betrays him, and court the footman that laughs at him! He must, he must
Arch. Nay, child, I must whip you if mind your lesson; he must treat his
Cher. Q! ay, he must treat his enemies with respect, his friends with indifference, and all the world with
contempt; he must suffer much, and fear more; he must desire much, and hope little ; in short, he must embrace his ruin, and throw himself away.
Arch. Had ever man so hopeful a pupil as mine? Come, my dear, why is love called a riddle?
Cher. Because, being blind, he leads those that see; and, though a child, he governs a man.
Arch. Mighty wellAnd why is love pictured blind ?
Cher. Because the painters, out of their weakness, or privilege of their art, chose to hide those eyes they could not draw.
Arch. That's my dear little scholar, kiss me again.
Arch. And so ends love's catechism
Cher. Hold, hold, Mr. Martin -You have taken a great deal of pains to instruct me, and what d'ye think I have learned by it?
Arch. What ?
habit are contradictions, and it would be nonsense in me to believe you a footman any longer.
Arch. 'Oons, what a witch it is!
Cher. Depend upon this, sir, nothing in that garb shall ever tempt me; for, though I was born to servitude, I hate it :-Own your condition, swear you love me, and then
Arch. And then we shall go make my master's bed?
Arch. You must know, then, that I am born a gentleman, my education was liberal; but I went to London a younger brother, fell into the hands of sharpers, who stripped me of my money; my friends disowned me, and now my necessity brings me to what you see.
Cher. Then take my hand-promise to marry me before you sleep, and I'll make you master of two thousand pounds.