_Cher._ Father, would you have me give my secret for his? _Bon._ Consider, child, there's two hundred pound, to boot. [_Ringing without._] Coming, coming--child, mind your business. [_Exit_ BONIFACE. _Cher._ What a rogue is my father! My father! I deny it----My mother was a good, generous, free-hearted woman, and I can't tell how far her goodnature might have extended for the good of her children. This landlord of mine, for I think I can call him no more, would betray his guest, and debauch his daughter into the bargain,----by a footman too! _Enter_ ARCHER. _Arch._ What footman, pray, mistress, is so happy as to be the subject of your contemplation? _Cher._ Whoever he is, friend, he'll be but little the better for't. _Arch._ I hope so, for, I'm sure, you did not think of me. _Cher._ Suppose I had? _Arch._ Why then you're but even with me; for the minute I came in, I was considering in what manner I should make love to you. _Cher._ Love to me, friend! _Arch._ Yes, child. _Cher._ Child! manners; if you kept a little more distance, friend, it would become you much better. _Arch._ Distance! good night, saucebox. [_Going._ _Cher._ A pretty fellow; I like his pride.--Sir--pray, sir--you see, sir. [ARCHER _returns_.] I have the credit to be entrusted with your master's fortune here, which sets me a degree above his footman; I hope, sir, you an't affronted. _Arch._ Let me look you full in the face, and I'll tell you whether you can affront me or no.----'Sdeath, child, you have a pair of delicate eyes, and you don't know what to do with them. _Cher._ Why, sir, don't I see every body! _Arch._ Ay, but if some women had them, they would kill every body.----Pr'ythee instruct me; I would fain make love to you, but I don't know what to say. _Cher._ Why, did you never make love to any body before? _Arch._ Never to a person of your figure, I can assure you, madam; my addresses have been always confined to people within my own sphere, I never aspired so high before. [ARCHER _sings_. _But you look so bright, And are dress'd so tight, That a man would swear you're right, As arm was e'er laid over._ _Cher._ Will you give me that song, sir? _Arch._ Ay, my dear, take it while it is warm. [_Kisses her._] Death and fire! her lips are honeycombs. _Cher._ And I wish there had been a swarm of bees too, to have stung you for your impudence. _Arch._ There's a swarm of Cupids, my little Venus, that has done the business much better. _Cher._ This fellow is misbegotten, as well as I. [_Aside._] What's your name, sir? _Arch._ Name! egad, I have forgot it. [_Aside._] Oh, Martin. _Cher._ Where were you born? _Arch._ In St. Martin's parish. _Cher._ What was your father? _Arch._ Of--of--St. Martin's parish. _Cher._ Then, friend, goodnight. _Arch._ I hope not. _Cher._ You may depend upon't. _Arch._ Upon what? _Cher._ That you're very impudent. _Arch._ That you're very handsome. _Cher._ That you're a footman.