_Bon._ 'Ods my life, sir, we'll drink her health. [_Drinks._] My Lady Bountiful is one of the best of women: her last husband, Sir Charles Bountiful, left her worth a thousand pounds a year; and I believe she lays out one half on't in charitable uses, for the good of her neighbours: she cures all disorders incidental to men, women and children; in short, she has cured more people in and about Litchfield within ten years, than the doctors have killed in twenty, and that's a bold word. _Aim._ Has the lady been any other way useful in her generation? _Bon._ Yes, sir, she has a daughter by Sir Charles, the finest woman in all our country, and the greatest fortune: she has a son too by her first husband, 'Squire Sullen, who married a fine lady from London t'other day; if you please, sir, we'll drink his health. _Aim._ What sort of a man is he? _Bon._ Why, sir, the man's well enough; says little, thinks less, and does--nothing at all, 'faith: but he's a man of great estate, and values nobody. _Aim._ A sportsman, I suppose? _Bon._ Yes, sir, he's a man of pleasure; he plays at whist, and smokes his pipe eight-and-forty hours together sometimes. _Aim._ A fine sportsman truly! and married, you say? _Bon._ Ay, and to a curious woman, sir--but he's a---- He wants it here, sir. [_Pointing to his Forehead._ _Aim._ He has it there, you mean. _Bon._ That's none of my business; he's my landlord, and so a man, you know, would not----but I'cod he's no better than--sir, my humble service to you. [_Drinks._] Though I value not a farthing what he can do to me; I pay him his rent at quarter day; I have a good running trade; I have but one daughter, and I can give her--but no matter for that. _Aim._ You are very happy, Mr. Boniface; pray what other company have you in town? _Bon._ A power of fine ladies; and then we have the French Officers. _Aim._ O that's right, you have a good many of those gentlemen: pray how do you like their company? _Bon._ So well, as the saying is, that I could wish we had as many more of them; they are full of money, and pay double for every thing they have; they know, sir, that we paid good round taxes for the taking of them, and so they are willing to reimburse us a little; one of them lodges in my house. _Enter_ ARCHER. _Arch._ Landlord, there are some French Gentlemen below, that ask for you. _Bon._ I'll wait on them----Does your master stay long in town, as the saying is? [_To_ ARCHER. _Arch._ I can't tell, as the saying is. _Bon._ Come from London? _Arch._ No! _Bon._ Going to London, mayhap? _Arch._ No! _Bon._ An odd fellow this; [_Bar Bell rings._] I beg your worship's pardon, I'll wait on you in half a minute. [_Exit._ _Aim._ The coast's clear, I see--Now, my dear Archer, welcome to Litchfield! _Arch._ I thank thee, my dear brother in iniquity. _Aim._ Iniquity! pr'ythee, leave canting; you need not change your style with your dress.