_Foi_. The gallows! upon my shoul I hate that saam gallow, for it is a diseash dat is fatal to our family. Vel, den, dere is nothing, shentlemens, but Mrs. Shullen would spaak wid the Count in her chamber at midnight, and dere is no haarm, joy, for I am to conduct the Count to the plash, myshelf. _Arch_. As I guessed.--Have you communicated the matter to the Count? _Foi_. I have not sheen him since. {120} _Arch_. Right again! Why then, doctor--you shall conduct me to the lady instead of the Count. _Foi_. Fat, my cussen to the lady! upon my shoul, gra, dat is too much upon the brogue. _Arch_. Come, come, doctor; consider we have got a rope about your neck, and if you offer to squeak, we 'll stop your windpipe, most certainly: we shall have another job for you in a day or two, I hope. _Aim_. Here 's company coming this way; let's into my chamber, and there concert our affairs farther. {130} _Arch_. Come, my dear cussen, come along. [_Exeunt_. _Enter Boniface, Hounslow, and Bagshot at one door, Gibbet at the opposite_. _Gib_. Well, gentlemen, 'tis a fine night for our enterprise. _Houn_. Dark as hell. _Bag_. And blows like the devil; our landlord here has showed us the window where we must break in, and tells us the plate stands in the wainscot cupboard in the parlour. _Bon_. Ay, ay, Mr. Bagshot, as the saying is, knives and forks, and cups and cans, and tumblers and tankards. There's one tankard, as the saying is, that's near upon as big as me; it was a present to the squire from his godmother, and smells of nutmeg and toast like an East-India ship. {143} _Houn_. Then you say we must divide at the stairhead? _Bon_. Yes, Mr Hounslow, as the saying is. At one end of that gallery lies my Lady Bountiful and her daughter, and at the other Mrs. Sullen. As for the squire-- _Gib_. He's safe enough, I have fairly entered him, and he's more than half seas over already. But such a parcel of scoundrels are got about him now, that, egad, I was ashamed to be seen in their company. _Bon_. Tis now twelve, as the saying is--gentlemen, you must set out at one. _Gib_. Hounslow, do you and Bagshot see our arms fixed, and I 'll come to you presently. _Houn.,Bag_. We will. [_Exeunt_. _Gib_. Well, my dear Bonny, you assure me that Scrub is a coward? _Bon_. A chicken, as the saying is. You 'll have no creature to deal with but the ladies. {161} _Gib_. And I can assure you, friend, there's a great deal of address and good manners in robbing a lady; I am the most a gentleman that way that ever travelled the road.--But, my dear Bonny, this prize will be a galleon, a Vigo business.--I warrant you we shall bring off three of four thousand pounds. _Bon_. In plate, jewels, and money, as the saying is, you may. {169}