_Gib_. Sir, I have no prayer at all; the government has provided a chaplain to say prayers for us on these occasions. _Mrs. Sul_. Pray, sir, don't kill him: you fright me as much as him. {179} _Arch_. The dog shall die, madam, for being the occasion of my disappointment.--Sirrah, this moment is your last. _Gib_. Sir, I 'll give you two hundred pounds to spare my life. _Arch_. Have you no more, rascal? _Gib_. Yes, sir, I can command four hundred, but I must reserve two of 'em to save my life at the sessions. _Re-enter Scrub and Foigard_. _Arch_. Here, doctor, I suppose Scrub and you between you may manage him. Lay hold of him, doctor. [_Foigard lays hold of Gibbet_. _Gib_. What! turned over to the priest already!-- Look 'ee, doctor, you come before your time; I an't condemned yet, I thank ye. {192} _Foi_. Come, my dear joy; I vill secure your body and your shoul too; I vill make you a good catholic, and give you an absolution. _Gib_. Absolution! can you procure me a pardon, doctor? _Foi_. No, joy-- _Gib_. Then you and your absolution may to the devil! {199} _Arch_. Convey him into the cellar, there bind him:-- take the pistol, and if he offers to resist, shoot him through the head--and come back to us with all the speed you can. _Scrub_. Ay, ay, come, doctor, do you hold him fast, and I 'll guard him. [_Exit Foigard with Gibbet, Scrub following_. _Mrs. Sul_. But how came the doctor-- _Arch_. In short, madam--[_Shrieking without_.] 'Sdeath! the rogues are at work with the other ladies--I 'm vexed I parted with the pistol; but I must fly to their assistance.--Will you stay here, madam, or venture yourself with me? {211} _Mrs. Sul_. [_Taking him by the arm_.] Oh, with you, dear sir, with you. [_Exeunt_. ACT V., SCENE III. _Another Bedchamber in the same. Enter Hounslow and Bagshot, with swords drawn, haling in Lady Bountiful and Dorinda_. _Houn_. Come, come, your jewels, mistress! _Bag_. Your keys, your keys, old gentlewoman! _Enter Aimwell and Cherry_. _Aim_. Turn this way, villains! I durst engage an army in such a cause. [_He engages them both_. _Dor_. O madam, had I but a sword to help the brave man! _Lady Boun_. There's three or four hanging up in the hall; but they won't draw. I 'll go fetch one, however. [_Exit_. _Enter Archer and Mrs. Sullen_. _Arch_. Hold, hold, my lord! every man his bird, pray. [_They engage man to man; Hounslow and Bagshot are thrown and disarmed_. _Cher_. [Aside.] What! the rogues taken! then they'll impeach my father: I must give him timely notice. [_Runs out_. _Arch_. Shall we kill the rogues? _Aim_. No, no, we 'll bind them. _Arch_. Ay, ay.--[_To Mrs. Sullen, who stands by him_.] Here, madam, lend me your garter.