_Gib_. Why then, Tyburn, I defy thee! I'll get up to town, sell off my horse and arms, buy myself some pretty employment in the household, and be as snug and as honest as any courtier of 'em all. _Bon_. And what think you then of my daughter Cherry for a wife? _Gib_. Look 'ee, my'dear Bonny--Cherry _is the Goddess I adore_, as the song goes; but it is a maxim, that man and wife should never have it in their power to hang one another; for if they should, the Lord have mercy on 'em both! [_Exeunt_. ACT V., SCENE I. _A Room in Bonifaces Inn, Knocking without, enter Boniface_. _Bon_. Coming! Coming!--A coach and six foaming horses at this time o' night I some great man, as the saying is, for he scorns to travel with other people. _Enter Sir Charles Freeman_. _Sir Chas_. What, fellow! a public house, and abed when other people sleep? _Bon_. Sir, I an't abed, as the saying is. _Sir Chas_. Is Mr. Sullen's family abed, think 'ee? _Bon_. All but the squire himself, sir, as the saying is; he's in the house. _Sir Chas_. What company has he? {10} _Bon_. Why, sir, there 's the constable, Mr. Gage the exciseman, the hunch-backed barber, and two or three other gentlemen. _Sir Chas_. I find my sister's letters gave me the true picture of her spouse. [_Aside_. _Enter Squire Sullen, drunk_. _Bon_. Sir, here's the squire. _Squire Sul_. The puppies left me asleep--Sir! _Sir Chas_. Well, sir. _Squire Sul_. Sir, I am an unfortunate man--I have three thousand pounds a year, and I can't get a man to drink a cup of ale with me. {21} _Sir Chas_. That's very hard. _Squire Sul_. Ay, sir; and unless you have pity upon me, and smoke one pipe with me, I must e'en go home to my wife, and I had rather go to the devil by half. _Sir Chas_. But I presume, sir, you won't see your wife to-night; she 'll be gone to bed. You don't use to lie with your wife in that pickle? _Squire Sul_. What I not lie with my wife! why, sir, do you take me for an atheist or a rake? {30} _Sir Chas_. If you hate her, sir, I think you had better lie from her. _Squire Sul_. I think so too, friend. But I'm a Justice of peace, and must do nothing against the law. _Sir Chas_. Law! as I take it, Mr. Justice, nobody observes law for law's sake, only for the good of those for whom it was made. _Squire Sul_. But, if the law orders me to send you to jail you must lie there, my friend. _Sir Chas_. Not unless I commit a crime to deserve it _Squire Sul_. A crime? 'oons, an't I martied? {40} _Sir Chas_. Nay, sir, if you call a marriage a crime, you must disown it for a law. _Squire Sul_. Eh! I must be acquainted with you, sir.-- But, sir, I should be very glad to know the truth of this matter.