f killing Cupids that should ambush there? The
lips too are figured out; but where's the carnation
dew, the pouting ripeness that tempts the taste in
the original? {353}

_Mrs. Sul_. Had it been my lot to have matched with
such a man! [_Aside_.

_Arch_. Your breasts too--presumptuous man! what,
paint Heaven!--Apropos, madam, in the very next
picture is Salmoneus, that was struck dead with
lightning, for offering to imitate Jove's thunder; I
hope you served the painter so, madam? {360}

_Mrs. Sul_. Had my eyes the power of thunder, they
should employ their lightning better.

_Arch_. There's the finest bed in that room, madam! I
suppose 'tis your ladyship's bedchamber.

_Mrs. Sul_. And what then, sir?

_Arch_. I think the quilt is the richest that ever I saw.
I can't at this distance, madam, distinguish the
figures of the embroidery; will you give me leave,
madam? {369}

_Mrs. Sul_. [_Aside_.] The devil take his impudence!--
Sure, if I gave him an opportunity, he durst not
offer it?--I have a great mind to try.--[_Going:
Returns_.] 'Sdeath, what am I doing?--And alone,
too!--Sister! sister! [_Runs out_.

_Arch_. I 'll follow her close--

For where a Frenchman durst attempt to storm,
A Briton sure may well the work perform. [_Going_.

_Re-enter Scrub_.

_Scrub_. Martin! brother Martin! {378}

_Arch_. O brother Scrub, I beg your pardon, I was not
a-going: here's a guinea my master ordered you.

_Scrub_. A guinea! hi! hi! hi! a guinea! eh--by
this light it is a guinea! But I suppose you expect
one-and-twenty shillings in change?

_Arch_. Not at all; I have another for Gipsy.

_Scrub_. A guinea for her! faggot and fire for the witch!
Sir, give me that guinea, and I 'll discover a plot.

_Arch_. A plot!

_Scrub_. Ay, sir, a plot, and a horrid plot! First, it must
be a plot, because there's a woman in't: secondly,
it must be a plot, because there's a priest in't:
thirdly, it must be a plot, because there 's French
gold in't: and fourthly, it must be a plot, because
I don't know what to make on't. {393}

_Arch_. Nor anybody else, I 'm afraid, brother Scrub.

_Scrub_. Truly, I 'm afraid so too; for where there's a
priest and a woman, there's always a mystery and
a riddle. This I know, that here has been the
doctor with a temptation in one hand and an
absolution in the other, and