_Aim_. Psha! no woman can be a beauty without a fortune. Let me alone, for I am a marksman. _Arch_. Tom! _Aim_. Ay. {50} _Arch_. When were you at church before, pray? _Aim_. Um--I was there at the coronation. _Arch_. And how can you expect a blessing by going to church now? _Aim_. Blessing! nay, Frank, I ask but for a wife. [_Exit_. _Arch_. Truly, the man is not very unreasonable in his demands. [_Exit at the opposite door_. _Enter Boniface and Cherry_. _Bon_. Well, daughter, as the saying is, have you brought Martin to confess? {59} _Cher_. Pray, father, don't put me upon getting anything out of a man; I 'm but young, you know, father, and I don't understand wheedling. _Bon_. Young! why, you jade, as the saying is, can any woman wheedle that is not young? your mother was useless at five-and-twenty. Not wheedle! would you make your mother a whore, and me a cuckold, as the saying is? I tell you, his silence confesses it, and his master spends his money so freely, and is so much a gentleman every manner of way, that he must be a highwayman. {70} _Enter Gibbet, in a cloak_. _Gib_. Landlord, landlord, is the coast clear? _Bon_. O Mr. Gibbet, what 's the news? _Gib_. No matter, ask no questions, all fair and honourable.--Here, my dear Cherry.--[_Gives her a bag_.] Two hundred sterling pounds, as good as any that ever hanged or saved a rogue; lay 'em by with the rest; and here-three wedding or mourning rings, 'tis much the same you know-here, two silver-hilted swords; I took those from fellows that never show any part of their swords but the hilts-here is a diamond necklace which the lady hid in the privatest place in the coach, but I found it out-- this gold watch I took from a pawnbroker's wife; it was left in her hands by a person of quality: there's the arms upon the case. _Cher_. But who had you the money from? {86} _Gib_. Ah! poor woman! I pitied her;-from a poor lady just eloped from her husband. She had made up her cargo, and was bound for Ireland, as hard as she could drive; she told me of her husband's barbarous usage, and so I left her half-a-crown. But I had almost forgot, my dear Cherry, I have a present for you. _Cher_. What is 't? _Gib_. A pot of ceruse, my child, that I took out of a lady's under-pocket. _Cher_. What, Mr. Gibbet, do you think that I paint? _Gib_. Why, you jade, your betters do; I 'm sure the lady that I took it from had a coronet upon her handkerchief. Here, take my cloak, and go, secure the premises. {101} _Cher_. I will secure 'em. [_Exit_. _Bon_. But, hark'ee, where's Hounslow and Bagshot? _Gib_. They'll be here to-night. _Bon_. D' ye know of any other gentlemen o' the pad on this road? _Gib_. No. _Bon_. I fancy that I have two that lodge in the house just now.