HONEYW. And why may not both be right, madam; Mr. Croaker in earnestly seeking redress, and you in waiting the event with good humour? Pray let me see the letter again. I have it. This letter requires twenty guineas to be left at the bar of the Talbot inn. If it be indeed an incendiary letter, what if you and I, sir, go there; and when the writer comes to be paid his expected booty, seize him? CROAKER. My dear friend, it's the very thing; the very thing. While I walk by the door, you shall plant yourself in ambush near the bar; burst out upon the miscreant like a masqued battery; extort a confession at once, and so hang him up by surprise. HONEYW. Yes; but I would not choose to exercise too much severity. It is my maxim, sir, that crimes generally punish themselves. CROAKER. Well, but we may upbraid him a little, I suppose? (_Ironically._) HONEYW. Ay, but not punish him too rigidly. CROAKER. Well, well, leave that to my own benevolence. HONEYW. Well, I do; but remember that universal benevolence is the first law of nature. [_Exeunt_ HONEYWOOD _and_ MRS. CROAKER. CROAKER. Yes; and my universal benevolence will hang the dog if he had as many necks as a hydra. ACT V. SCENE.—_An Inn._ _Enter_ OLIVIA, JARVIS. OLIVIA. Well, we have got safe to the inn, however. Now, if the post-chaise were ready— JARVIS. The horses are just finishing their oats; and, as they are not going to be married, they choose to take their own time. OLIVIA. You are for ever giving wrong motives to my impatience. JARVIS. Be as impatient as you will, the horses must take their own time; besides, you don't consider we have got no answer from our fellow-traveller yet. If we hear nothing from Mr. Leontine, we have only one way left us. OLIVIA. What way? JARVIS. The way home again. OLIVIA. Not so. I have made a resolution to go, and nothing shall induce me to break it. JARVIS. Ay; resolutions are well kept when they jump with inclination. However, I'll go hasten things without. And I'll call too at the bar to see if anything should be left for us there. Don't be in such a plaguy hurry, madam, and we shall go the faster, I promise you. [_Exit_ JARVIS. _Enter_ LANDLADY. LANDLADY. What! Solomon; why don't you move? Pipes and tobacco for the Lamb there. Will nobody answer? To the Dolphin; quick. The Angel has been outrageous this half-hour. Did your ladyship call, madam? OLIVIA. No, madam. LANDLADY. I find, as you're for Scotland, madam—but that's no business of mine; married or not married, I ask no questions. To be sure, we had a sweet little couple set off from this two days ago for the same place. The gentleman, for a tailor, was, to be sure, as fine a spoken tailor as ever blew froth from a full pot. And the young lady so bashful, it was near half an hour before we could get her to finish a pint of raspberry between us. OLIVIA. But this gentleman and I are not going to be married, I assure you