_Arch_. Those are the most miserable wights in being, they destroy the rights of nature, and disappoint the blessings of Providence. Give me a man that keeps his five senses keen and bright as his sword, that has 'em always drawn out in their just order and strength, with his reason as commander at the head of 'em, that detaches 'em by turns upon whatever party of pleasure agreeably offers, and commands 'em to retreat upon the least appearance of disadvantage or danger! For my part, I can stick to my bottle while my wine, my company, and my reason, hold good; I can be charmed with Sappho's singing without falling in love with her face: I love hunting, but would not, like Actaeon, be eaten up by my own dogs; I love a fine house, but let another keep it; and just so I love a fine woman. {255} _Aim_. In that last particular you have the better of me. _Arch_. Ay, you're such an amorous puppy, that I'm afraid you 'll spoil our sport; you can't counterfeit the passion without feeling it. _Aim_. Though the whining part be out of doors in town, 'tis still in force with the country ladies: and let me tell you, Frank, the fool in that passion shall-outdo the knave at any time. _Arch_. Well, I won't dispute it now; you command for the day, and so I submit: at Nottingham, you know, I am to be master. {266} _Aim_. And at Lincoln, I again. _Arch_. Then, at Norwich I mount, which, I think, shall be our last stage; for, if we fail there, we'll embark for Holland, bid adieu to Venus, and welcome Mars. _Aim_. A match!--Mum! _Re-enter Boniface_. _Bon_. What will your worship please to have for supper? _Aim_. What have you got? _Bon_. Sir, we have a delicate piece of beef in the pot, and a pig at the fire. _Aim_. Good supper-meat, I must confess. I can't eat beef, landlord. {278} _Arch_. And I hate pig. _Aim_. Hold your prating, sirrah! do you know who you are? _Bon_. Please to bespeak something else; I have everything in the house. _Aim_. Have you any veal? _Bon_. Veal! sir, we had a delicate loin of veal on Wednesday last. _Aim_. Have you got any fish or wildfowl? {287} _Bon_. As for fish, truly, sir, we are an inland town, and indifferently provided with fish, that 's the truth on't; and then for wildfowl--we have a delicate couple of rabbits. {291} _Aim_. Get me the rabbits fricasseed. _Bon_. Fricasseed! Lard, sir, they 'll eat much better smothered with onions. _Arch_. Psha! Damn your onions! _Aim_. Again, sirrah!--Well, landlord, what you please. But hold, I have a small charge of money, and your house is so full of strangers that I believe it may be safer in your custody than mine; for when this fellow of mine gets drunk he tends to nothing.--Here, sirrah, reach me the strong-box. {301} _Arch_. Yes, sir.--[_Aside_.] This will give us a reputation. [_Brings Aimwell the box_.