_Mrs. Sul._ Hold, sir; build not upon that--for my most mortal hatred follows, if you disobey what I command you now--leave me this minute--If he denies, I'm lost. [_Aside._ _Arch._ Then you'll promise---- _Mrs. Sul._ Any thing another time. _Arch._ When shall I come? _Mrs. Sul._ To-morrow--when you will. _Arch._ Your lips must seal the promise. _Mrs. Sul._ Pshaw! _Arch._ They must, they must. [_Kisses her._] Raptures and paradise! and why not now, my angel? The time, the place, silence, and secrecy, all conspire--And the now conscious stars have pre-ordained this moment for my happiness. [_Takes her in his Arms._ _Mrs. Sul._ You will not, cannot, sure. _Arch._ If the sun rides fast, and disappoints not mortals of to-morrow's dawn, this night shall crown my joys. _Mrs. Sul._ My sex's pride assist me. _Arch._ My sex's strength help me. _Mrs. Sul._ You shall kill me first. _Arch._ I'll die with you. [_Carrying her off._ _Mrs. Sul._ Thieves! thieves! murder!---- _Enter_ SCRUB, _in his Breeches, and one Shoe_. _Scrub._ Thieves! thieves! murder! popery! _Arch._ Ha! [_Draws, and offers to stab_ SCRUB. [Illustration: BEAUX STRATAGEM SCRUB: O PRAY SIR SPARE ALL I HAVE AND TAKE MY LIFE. ACT V SCENE III] _Scrub._ [_Kneeling._] O pray, sir, spare all I have, and take my life. _Mrs. Sul._ [_Holding_ ARCHER'S _Hand_.] What does the fellow mean? _Scrub._ O, madam, down upon your knees, your marrowbones----he's one of them. _Arch._ Of whom? _Scrub._ One of the rogues----I beg your pardon, one of the honest gentlemen, that just now are broke into the house. _Arch._ How! _Mrs. Sul._ I hope you did not come to rob me? _Arch._ Indeed I did, madam, but I would have taken nothing but what you might very well have spared; but your crying, Thieves, has waked this dreaming fool, and so he takes them for granted. _Scrub._ Granted! 'tis granted, sir; take all we have. _Mrs. Sul._ The fellow looks as if he were broke out of Bedlam. _Scrub._ Oons, madam, they're broke into the house with fire and sword; I saw them, heard them, they'll be here this minute. _Arch._ What! thieves! _Scrub._ Under favour, sir, I think so. _Mrs. Sul._ What shall we do, sir? _Arch._ Madam, I wish your ladyship a good night. _Mrs. Sul._ Will you leave me? _Arch._ Leave you! lord, madam, did not you command me to begone 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? _Scrub._ With sword and pistol, sir. [_He gets under the Table._ _Arch._ Hush!----I see a dark lanthorn coming through the gallery----Madam, be assured I will protect you, or lose my life.