NEW. Don't look so frightened, man; I have a bull-dog in each pocket. (_Shewing pistols._) MIZ. Sanguinary wretch! Don't let him see you, Charley--he'll blow out the few brains we have in no time. NEW. (_Opening door with key._) Here, the door is open; follow quick--good examples should always be followed. (_Exit through door._) PRIG. I'm bless'd if I like it. Oh--h! I must put on the mask; (_does so;_) old Cotton knows my good-looking face as well as his own: if he caught a glimpse of me, I should be caught too. (_BOLT rushes on him, and throws him down._) BOLT. So you are, my chicken; think yourself lucky if you don't get your neck twisted. MIZ. Bravo, Charley! I'll stand and see fair play.--Take care number one don't come and fire some Dartford superfine in your face. PRIG. Oh, sir, I am very unwilling to be hanged. BOLT. Then, most worthy character, take off that mask, as I have unmasked you--take off that great coat, as I have dismantled your villainy--and your hat off, because, because, I want it--and now take yourself off. PRIG. Yes, yes! I'll reform!--I feel a moral change already. (_Runs off, R._) (_BOLT dressing in PRIG'S clothes._) MIZ. Why, Charley, what the deuce are you doing now? BOLT. Disguising myself as a thief. MIZ. I have not the slightest doubt of your being able to support the character. But why? BOLT. To walk in after that respectable gentleman. MIZ. I shall not follow--better be sent home than shot. BOLT. There will be two of us. MIZ. Yes, and he has two pistols--can blow out our brains in succession!--Highly advantageous. BOLT. (_Feeling pockets._) There are no weapons in these pockets. You had better follow. NEW. (_Within._) Where the devil are you? MIZ. No I sha'n't. NEW. (_Comes to door._) Come along, thick-headed snail! BOLT. Snail, do you call me! Ah, you don't know what I am. (_Exit through door._) MIZ. (_Comes forward._) Egad, there's one chance,--when master goes home, that fellow may shoot him through the head--he can't find me out--that would be lucky: but one linendraper should never desert another;--I'll go into the kitchen--get the poker, and surprise the rascal in the rear. (_Exit, D. F._) SCENE IX. _Chamber, large cupboard in centre.--NEWGATE and BOLT discovered at back, taking plate, and putting it in bag. NEWGATE has a lighted lantern.--Dark._ NEW. Come, bustle about, man; you'll see twice as well if you take that mask off. BOLT. (_Aside._) My head would follow, I'm thinking.--No, I can see. NEW. That's right. There go the spoons--there's the salver--there's the god-papa's mug. BOLT. Yes, we are in for the plate. NEW. Ho, ho! you call that a joke? BOLT. (_Aside._) More than I do anything else. If I am caught with this fellow, I shall be hanged; and if I move, I shall be shot. NEW. Don't mumble, but pack, pack! _Enter CUTAWAY, HARRIET, COTTON, MISS BROWN, and MRS. STITCHLEY, L. H._