_Arch._ 'Tis enough----You must know then, that my master is the Lord Viscount Aimwell: he fought a duel t'other day in London, wounded his man so dangerously, that he thinks fit to withdraw, till he hears whether the gentleman's wounds be mortal or not. He never was in this part of England before, so he chose to retire to this place, that's all. _Gip._ And, that's enough for me. [_Exit._ _Scrub._ And where were you, when your master fought? _Arch._ We never know of our master's quarrels. _Scrub._ No! if our masters in the country here receive a challenge, the first thing they do, is to tell their wives; the wife tells the servants, the servants alarm the tenants, and in half an hour, you shall have the whole country up in arms. _Arch._ To hinder two men from doing what they have no mind for.--But, if you should chance to talk now of this business---- _Scrub._ Talk! Ah, sir, had I not learned the knack of holding my tongue, I had never lived so long in a great family. _Arch._ Ay, ay, to be sure, there are secrets in all families. _Scrub._ Secrets, O lud!----But I'll say no more--Come, sit down, we'll make an end of our tankard:--Here---- _Arch._ With all my heart; who knows but you and I may come to be better acquainted, eh?----Here's your ladies' health--You have three, I think, and to be sure there must be secrets among them? _Scrub._ Secrets! ah, friend, friend! I wish I had a friend. _Arch._ Am not I your friend? Come, you and I will be sworn brothers. _Scrub._ Shall we? _Arch._ From this minute--Give me a kiss----and now, brother Scrub---- _Scrub._ And now, brother Martin, I will tell you a secret, that will make your hair stand on end.--You must know, that I am consumedly in love. _Arch._ That's a terrible secret, that's the truth on't. _Scrub._ That jade, Gipsey, that was with us just now in the cellar, is the arrantest whore that ever wore a petticoat, and I'm dying for love of her. _Arch._ Ha! ha! ha!--are you in love with her person or her virtue, brother Scrub? _Scrub._ I should like virtue best, because it is more durable than beauty; for virtue holds good with some women long and many a day after they have lost it. _Arch._ In the country, I grant ye, where no woman's virtue is lost, till a bastard be found. _Scrub._ Ay, could I bring her to a bastard, I should have her all to myself; but I dare not put it upon that lay, for fear of being sent for a soldier.--Pray, brother, how do you gentlemen in London like that same pressing act? _Arch._ Very ill, brother Scrub;----'Tis the worst that ever was made for us;--formerly I remembered the good days when we could dun our masters for our wages, and if they refused to pay us, we could have a warrant to carry them before a justice: but now if we talk of eating, they have a warrant for us and carry us before three justices.