_Sir Chas_. Truth, sir, is a profound sea, and few there be that dare wade deep enough to find out the bottom on't. Besides, sir, I 'm afraid the line of your understanding mayn't be long enough. {50} _Squire Sul_. Look'ee, sir, I have nothing to say to your sea of truth, but, if a good parcel of land can entitle a man to a little truth, I have as much as any He in the country. _Bon_. I never heard your worship, as the saying is, talk so much before. _Squire Sul_. Because I never met with a man that I liked before. _Bon_. Pray, sir, as the saying is, let me ask you one question: are not man and wife one flesh? {60} _Sir Chas_. You and your wife, Mr. Guts, may be one flesh, because ye are nothing else; but rational creatures have minds that must be united. _Squire Sul_. Minds! _Sir Chas_. Ay, minds, sir; don't you think that the mind takes place of the body? _Squire Sul_. In some people. _Sir Chas_. Then the interest of the master must be consulted before that of his servant {69} _Squire Sul_. Sir, you shall dine with me to-morrow!-- 'Oons, I always thought that we were naturally one. _Sir Chas_. Sir, I know that my two hands are naturally one, because they love one another, kiss one another, help one another in all the actions of life; but I could not say so much if they were always at cuffs. _Squire Sul_. Then 'tis plain that we are two. _Sir Chas_. Why don't you part with her, sir? _Squire Sul_. Will you take her, sir? _Sir Chas_. With all my heart. {79} _Squire Sul_. You shall have her to-morrow morning, and a venison-pasty into the bargain. _Sir Chas_. You 'll let me have her fortune too? _Squire Sul_. Fortune! why, sir, I have no quarrel at her fortune: I only hate the woman, sir, and none but the woman shall go. _Sir Chas_. But her fortune, sir-- _Squire Sul_. Can you play at whisk, sir? _Sir Chas_. No, truly, sir. _Squire Sul_. Nor at all-fours? _Sir Chas_. Neither. {90} _Squire Sul_. [_Aside_.] 'Oons! where was this man bred?-- [_Aloud_.] Burn me, sir! I can't go home, 'tis but two a clock. _Sir Chas_. For half an hour, sir, if you please; but you must consider 'tis late. _Squire Sul_. Late! that's the reason I can't go to bed.-- Come, sir! [_Exeunt_. _Enter Cherry, runs across the stage, and knocks at Aimwells chamber door. Enter Aimwell in his nightcap and gown_. _Aim_. What's the matter? you tremble, child; you're frighted. {99} _Cher_. No wonder, sir--But, in short, sir, this very minute a gang of rogues are gone to rob my Lady Bountiful's house. _Aim_. How! _Cher_. I dogged 'em to the very door, and left 'em breaking in. _Aim_. Have you alarmed anybody else with the news? _Cher_. No, no, sir, I wanted to have discovered the whole plot, and twenty other things, to your man Martin; but I have searched the whole house, and can't find him: where is he? {110}