_Scrub_. Under favour, sir, I think so. _Mrs. Sul_. What shall we do, sir? _Arch_. Madam, I wish your ladyship a good night {120} _Mrs. Sul_. Will you leave me? _Arch_. Leave you! Lord, madam, did not you command me to be gone just now, upon pain of your immortal hatred? _Mrs. Sul_. Nay, but pray, sir---- [_Takes hold of him_. _Arch_. Ha! ha! ha! now comes my turn to be ravished. --You see now, madam, you must use men one way or other; but take this by the way; good madam, that none but a fool will give you the benefit of his courage, unless you'll take his love along with it. --How are they armed, friend? {131} _Scrub_. With sword and pistol, sir. _Arch_. Hush!--I see a dark lantern coming through the gallery--Madam, be assured I will protect you, or lose my life. _Mrs. Sul_. Your life! no, sir, they can rob me of nothing that I value half so much; therefore now, sir, let me entreat you to be gone. {138} _Arch_. No, madam, I'll consult my own safety for the sake of yours; I 'll work by stratagem. Have you courage enough to stand the appearance of 'em? _Mrs. Sul_. Yes, yes, since I have 'scaped your hands, I can face anything. _Arch_. Come hither, brother Scrub! don't you know me? _Scrub_. Eh, my dear brother, let me kiss thee. [_Kisses Archer_. _Arch_. This way--here---- [Archer and Scrub hide behind the bed. _Enter Gibbet, with a dark lantern in one hand, and a pistol in the other_. _Gib_. Ay, ay, this is the chamber, and the lady alone. _Mrs. Sul_. Who are you, sir? what would you have? d' ye come to rob me? {149} _Gib_. Rob you! alack a day, madam, I 'm only a younger brother, madam; and so, madam, if you make a noise, I 'll shoot you through the head; but don't be afraid, madam.--[_Laying his lantern and pistol upon the table_.] These rings, madam; don't be concerned, madam, I have a profound respect for you, madam; your keys, madam; don't be frighted, madam, I 'm the most of a gentleman. --[_Searching her pockets_.] This necklace, madam; I never was rude to any lady;--I have a veneration --for this necklace-- {160} [_Here Archer having come round, and seized the pistol takes Gibbet by the collar, trips up his heels, and claps the pistol to his breast_. _Arch_. Hold, profane villain, and take the reward of thy sacrilege! _Gib_. Oh! pray, sir, don't kill me; I an't prepared. _Arch_. How many is there of 'em, Scrub? _Scrub_. Five-and-forty, sir. _Arch_. Then I must kill the villain, to have him out of the way. _Gib_. Hold, hold, sir, we are but three, upon my honour. _Arch_. Scrub, will you undertake to secure him? _Scrub_. Not I, sir; kill him, kill him! {170} _Arch_. Run to Gipsy's chamber, there you'll find the doctor; bring him hither presently.--[_Exit Scrub, running_.] Come, rogue, if you have a short prayer, say it.