_Cher_. Love to me, friend! _Arch_. Yes, child. {364} _Cher_. Child! manners!--If you kept a little more distance, friend, it would become you much better. _Arch_. Distance! good-night, sauce-box. [_Going_. _Cher_. [_Aside_.] A pretty fellow! I like his pride.-- [_Aloud_.] Sir, pray, sir, you see, sir [_Archer returns_] I have the credit to be entrusted with your master's fortune here, which sets me a degree above his footman; I hope, sir, you an't affronted? {372} _Arch_. Let me look you full in the face, and I 'll tell you whether you can affront me or no. 'Sdeath, child, you have a pair of delicate eyes, and you don't know what to do with 'em! _Cher_. Why, sir, don't I see everybody? _Arch_. Ay, but if some women had 'em, they would kill everybody. Prithee, instruct me, I would fain make love to you, but I don't know what to say. {380} _Cher_. Why, did you never make love to anybody before? _Arch_. Never to a person of your figure I can assure you, madam: my addresses have been always confined to people within my own sphere, I never aspired so high before. [_Sings_. But you look so bright, And are dress'd so tight, That a man would swear you 're right, As arm was e'er laid over. {390} Such an air You freely wear To ensnare, As makes each guest a lover! Since then, my dear, I 'm your guest, Prithee give me of the best Of what is ready drest: Since then, my dear, etc. _Cher_. [_Aside_.] What can I think of this man?--[_Aloud_.] Will you give me that song, sir? {400} _Arch_. Ay, my dear, take it while 'tis warm.--[_Kisses her_.] Death and fire! her lips are honeycombs. _Cher_. And I wish there had been bees too, to have stung you for your impudence. _Arch_. There 's a swarm of Cupids, my little Venus, that has done the business much better. _Cher_. [_Aside_.] This fellow is misbegotten as well as I.-- [Aloud.] What's your name, sir? _Arch_. [_Aside_.] Name! egad, I have forgot it.--[_Aloud_.] Oh! Martin. {410} _Cher_. Where were you born? _Arch_. In St Martin's parish. _Cher_. What was your father? _Arch_. St. Martin's parish. _Cher_. Then, friend, good-night _Arch_. I hope not. _Cher_. You may depend upon't _Arch_. Upon what? _Cher_. That you're very impudent. _Arch_. That you 're very handsome. {420} _Cher_. That you're a footman. _Arch_. That you're an angel. _Cher_. I shall be rude. _Arch_. So shall I. _Cher_. Let go my hand. _Arch_. Give me a kiss. [_Kisses her_. [_Call without_.] Cherry! Cherry! _Cher_. I'm--my father calls; you plaguy devil, how durst you stop my breath so? Offer to follow me one step, if you dare. [_Exit_. _Arch_. A fair challenge, by this light! this is a pretty fair opening of an adventure; but we are knight-errants, and so Fortune be our guide. [_Exit_.