_Bon_. My Lady Bountiful said so. She, good lady, did what could be done; she cured her of three tympanies, but the fourth carried her off. But she's happy, and I 'm contented, as the saying is. _Aim_. Who 's that Lady Bountiful you mentioned? _Bon_. 'Ods my life, sir, we'll drink her health.--[Drinks.] My Lady Bountiful is one of the best of women. Her last husband, Sir Charles Bountiful, left her worth a thousand pound, a year; and, I believe, she lays out one-half on't in charitable uses for the good of her neighbours. She cures rheumatisms, ruptures, and broken shins in men; green-sickness, obstructions, and fits of the mother, in women; the king's evil, chincough, and chilblains, in children: in short, she has cured more people in and about Lichfield within ten years than the doctors have killed in twenty; and that's a bold word. {84} _Aim_. Has the lady been any other way useful in her generation? _Bon_. Yes, sir; she has a daughter by Sir Charles, the finest woman in all our country, and the greatest _fortune_. She has a son too, by her first husband, Squire Sullen, who married a fine lady from London t' other day; if you please, sir, we 'll drink his health. _Aim_. What sort of a man is he? {92} _Bon_. Why, sir, the man 's well enough; says little, thinks less, and does--nothing at all, faith. But he's a man of a great estate, and values nobody. _Aim_. A sportsman, I suppose? _Bon_. Yes, sir, he's a man of pleasure; he plays at whisk and smokes his pipe eight-and-forty hours together sometimes. _Aim_. And married, you say? {100} _Bon_. Ay, and to a curious woman, sir. But he's a--he wants it here, sir. [_Pointing to his forehead_. _Aim_. He has it there, you mean? _Bon_. That's none of my business; he's my landlord, and so a man, you know, would not--But--ecod, he's no better than--Sir, my humble service to you.-- [_Drinks_.] Though I value not a farthing what he can do to me; I pay him his rent at quarter-day; I have a good running-trade; I have but one daughter, and I can give her--but no matter for that. {111} _Aim_. You're very happy, Mr. Boniface. Pray, what other company have you in town? _Bon_. A power of fine ladies; and then we have the French officers. _Aim_. Oh, that's right, you have a good many of those gentlemen: pray, how do you like their company? _Bon_. So well, as the saying is, that I could wish we had as many more of'em; they're full of money, and pay double for everything they have. They know, sir, that we paid good round taxes for the taking of 'em, and so they are willing to reimburse us a little. One of 'em lodges in my house. {123} _Re-enter Archer_. _Arch_. Landlord, there are some French gentlemen below that ask for you. _Bon_. I'll wait on 'em.--[_Aside to Archer_.] Does your master stay long in town, as the saying is?