_Gib._ I ask you his name? _Arch._ Name, sir,--_Tall, all, dall_--I never asked him his name in my life. _Tall, all, dall._ _Bon._ What think you now? _Gib._ Plain, plain; he talks now as if he were before a judge: but pray, friend, which way does your master travel? _Arch._ On horseback. _Gib._ Very well again; an old offender--Right; but, I mean, does he go upwards or downwards? _Arch._ Downwards, I fear, sir! _Tall, all._ _Gib._ I'm afraid thy fate will be a contrary way. _Bon._ Ha! ha! ha! Mr. Martin, you're very arch--This gentleman is only travelling towards Chester, and would be glad of your company, that's all--Come, Captain, you'll stay to-night, I suppose; I'll show you a chamber----Come, Captain. _Gib._ Farewell, friend----[_Exeunt_ GIBBET _and_ BONIFACE. _Arch._ Captain, your servant----Captain! a pretty fellow! 'Sdeath, I wonder that the officers of the army don't conspire to beat all scoundrels in red but their own. _Enter_ CHERRY. _Cher._ Gone, and Martin here! I hope he did not listen: I would have the merit of the discovery all my own, because I would oblige him to love me. [_Aside._]--Mr. Martin, who was that man with my father? _Arch._ Some recruiting sergeant, or whipped out trooper, I suppose. _Cher._ All's safe, I find. [_Aside._ _Arch._ Come, my dear, have you conned over the catechism I taught you last night? _Cher._ Come, question me. _Arch._ What is love? _Cher._ Love is I know not what, it comes I know not how, and goes I know not when. _Arch._ Very well, an apt scholar. [_Chucks her under the Chin._] Where does love enter? _Cher._ Into the eyes. _Arch._ And where go out? _Cher._ I won't tell you. _Arch._ What are the objects of that passion? _Cher._ Youth, beauty, and clean linen. _Arch._ The reason? _Cher._ The two first are fashionable in nature, and the third at court. _Arch._ That's my dear--What are the signs and tokens of that passion? _Cher._ A stealing look, a stammering tongue, words improbable, designs impossible, and actions impracticable. _Arch._ That's my good child, kiss me.----What must a lover do to obtain his mistress? _Cher._ He must adore the person that disdains him, he must bribe the chambermaid that betrays him, and court the footman that laughs at him!----He must, he must---- _Arch._ Nay, child, I must whip you if you don't mind your lesson; he must treat his---- _Cher._ O! ay, he must treat his enemies with respect, his friends with indifference, and all the world with contempt; he must suffer much, and fear more; he must desire much, and hope little; in short, he must embrace his ruin, and throw himself away. _Arch._ Had ever man so hopeful a pupil as mine? Come, my dear, why is love called a riddle? _Cher._ Because, being blind, he leads those that see; and, though a child, he governs a man. _Arch._ Mighty well--And why is love pictured blind?