_Bon_. Mr. Martin, as the saying is--yonder's an honest fellow below, my Lady Bountiful's butler, who begs the honour that you would go home with him and see his cellar. _Arch_. Do my _baise-mains_ to the gentleman, and tell him I will do myself the honour to wait on him immediately. [_Exit Boniface_. _Aim_. What do I hear? {40} Soft Orpheus play, and fair Toftida sing! _Arch_. Psha! damn your raptures; I tell you, here's a pump going to be put into the vessel, and the ship will get into harbour, my life on't. You say, there's another lady very handsome there? _Aim_. Yes, faith. _Arch_. I 'm in love with her already. _Aim_. Can't you give me a bill upon Cherry in the meantime? _Arch_. No, no, friend, all her corn, wine and oil, is ingrossed to my market. And once more I warn you, to keep your anchorage clear of mine; for if you fall foul of me, by this light you shall go to the bottom! What! make prize of my little frigate, while I am upon the cruise for you!---- _Aim_. Well, well, I won't. [_Exit Archer_. _Re-enter Boniface_. Landlord, have you any tolerable company in the house, I don't care for dining alone? _Bon_. Yes, sir, there's a captain below, as the saying is, that arrived about an hour ago. {60} _Aim_. Gentlemen of his coat are welcome everywhere; will you make him a compliment from me and tell him I should be glad of his company? _Bon_. Who shall I tell him, sir, would-- _Aim_. [_Aside_.] Ha! that stroke was well thrown in!-- [_Aloud._] I'm only a traveller, like himself, and would be glad of his company, that's all. _Bon_. I obey your commands, as the saying is. [_Exit_. _Re-enter Archer_. _Arch_. 'Sdeath I I had forgot; what title will you give yourself? {70} _Aim_. My brother's, to be sure; he would never give me anything else, so I'll make bold with his honour this bout:--you know the rest of your cue. _Arch_. Ay, ay. [_Exit_. _Enter Gibbet_. _Gib_. Sir, I 'm yours. _Aim_. 'Tis more than I deserve, sir, for I don't know you. _Gib_. I don't wonder at that, sir, for you never saw me before--[_Aside_] I hope. _Aim_. And pray, sir, how came I by the honour of seeing you now? {81} _Gib_. Sir, I scorn to intrude upon any gentleman--but my landlord-- _Aim_. O sir, I ask your pardon, you 're the captain he told me of? _Gib_. At your service, sir. _Aim_. What regiment, may I be so bold? _Gib_. A marching regiment, sir, an old corps. _Aim_. [_Aside_.] Very old, if your coat be regimental-- [_Aloud_.] You have served abroad, sir? {90} _Gib_. Yes, sir--in the plantations, 'twas my lot to be sent into the worst service; I would have quitted it indeed, but a man of honour, you know--Besides, 'twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad:--anything for the good of one's country-- I'm a Roman for that.