_Arch._ It will be sho wid you, cussen, if you don't immediately confess the secret between you and Mrs. Gipsey--Lookye, sir, the gallows or the secret, take your choice. _Foig._ The gallows! upon my shoul I hate that shame gallows, for it is a diseash dat is fatal to our family.--Vel den, there is nothing, shentlemens, but Mrs. Sullen would spaak wid the count in her chamber at midnight, and dere is no harm, joy, for I am to conduct the count to the plaash myself. _Arch._ As I guessed.----Have you communicated the matter to the count? _Foig._ I have not sheen him since. _Arch._ Right again; why then, doctor;--you shall conduct me to the lady instead of the count. _Foig._ Fat, my cussen to the lady! upon my shoul, gra, dat's too much upon the brogue. _Arch._ Come, come, doctor, consider we have got a rope about your neck, and if you offer to squeak, we'll stop your windpipe, most certainly; we shall have another job for you in a day or two, I hope. _Aim._ Here's company coming this way; let's into my chamber, and there concert our affairs further. _Arch._ Come, my dear cussen, come along. _Foig._ Arra, the devil taake our relashion. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ BONIFACE, HOUNSLOW, _and_ BAGSHOT, _at one Door_, GIBBET _at the opposite_. _Gib._ Well, gentlemen, 'tis a fine night for our enterprize. _Houns._ Dark as hell. _Bag._ And blows like the devil: our landlord here has shown us the window where we must break in, and tells us the plate stands in the wainscot cupboard in the parlour. _Bon._ Ay, ay, Mr. Bagshot, as the saying is, knives and forks, cups and cans, tumblers and tankards.--There's one tankard, as the saying is, that's near upon as big as me: it was a present to the 'squire from his godmother, and smells of nutmeg and toast, like an East India ship. _Houns._ Then you say we must divide at the stair-head. _Bon._ Yes, Mr. Hounslow, as the saying is----at one end of the gallery lies my Lady Bountiful and her daughter, and at the other, Mrs. Sullen--as for the 'squire.---- _Gib._ He's safe enough; I have fairly entered him, and he's more than half seas over already--But such a parcel of scoundrels are got about him there, that, egad, I was ashamed to be seen in their company. _Bon._ 'Tis now twelve, as the saying is--gentlemen, you must set out at one. _Gib._ Hounslow, do you and Bagshot see our arms fixed, and I'll come to you presently. _Houns. and Bag._ We will. [_Exeunt_ HOUNSLOW _and_ BAGSHOT. _Gib._ Well, my dear Bonny, you assure me that Scrub is a coward. _Bon._ A chicken, as the saying is--you'll have no creature to deal with but the ladies. _Gib._ And I can assure you, friend, there's a great deal of address and good manners in robbing a lady: I am the most a gentleman that way that ever travelled the road.--But, my dear Bonny, this prize will be a galleon, a Vigo business----I warrant you, we shall bring off three or four thousand pounds.