_Aim_. Here, landlord; the locks are sealed down both for your security and mine; it holds somewhat above two hundred pound: if you doubt it I'll count it to you after supper; but be sure you lay it where I may have it at a minute's warning; for my affairs are a little dubious at present; perhaps I may be gone in half an hour, perhaps I may be your guest till the best part of that be spent; and pray order your ostler to keep my horses always saddled. But one thing above the rest I must beg, that you would let this fellow have none of your _Anno Domini_, as you call it; for he's the most insufferable sot--Here, sirrah, light me to my chamber. [_Exit, lighted by Archer_. _Bon_. Cherry! daughter Cherry! {315} _Re-enter Cherry_. _Cher_. D'ye call, father? _Bon_. Ay, child, you must lay by this box for the gentleman: 'tis full of money. _Cher_. Money! all that money! why, sure, father, the gentleman comes to be chosen parliament-man. Who is he? {321} _Bon_. I don't know what to make of him; he talks of keeping his horses ready saddled, and of going perhaps at a minute's warning, or of staying perhaps till the best part of this be spent. _Cher_. Ay, ten to one, father, he's a highwayman. _Bon_. A highwayman! upon my life, girl, you have hit it, and this box is some new-purchased booty. Now, could we find him out, the money were ours. _Cher_. He don't belong to our gang. {330} _Bon_. What horses have they? _Cher_. The master rides upon a black. _Bon_. A black! ten to one the man upon the black mare; and since he don't belong to our fraternity, we may betray him with a safe conscience: I don't think it lawful to harbour any rogues but my own. Look'ee, child, as the saying is, we must go cunningly to work, proofs we must have; the gentleman's servant loves drink, I'll ply him that way, and ten to one loves a wench: you must work him t' other way. {341} _Cher_. Father, would you have me give my secret for his? _Bon_. Consider, child, there's two hundred pound to boot.--[_Ringing without_.] Coming! coming!--Child, mind your business. [_Exit_. _Cher_. What a rogue is my father! My father! I deny it. My mother was a good, generous, free-hearted woman, and I can't tell how far her good nature might have extended for the good of her children. This landlord of mine, for I think I can call him no more, would betray his guest, and debauch his daughter into the bargain--by a footman too! _Re-enter Archer_. _Arch_. What footman, pray, mistress, is so happy as to be the subject of your contemplation? {355} _Cher_. Whoever he is, friend, he'll be but little the better for't. _Arch_. I hope so, for, I 'm sure, you did not think of me. _Cher_. Suppose I had? _Arch_. Why, then, you 're but even with me; for the minute I came in, I was a-considering in what manner I should make love to you.