ed, have the
confidence to ask me?

_Arch_. And if you go to that, how can you, after what is
passed, have the confidence to deny me? Was not
this blood shed in your defence, and my life exposed
for your protection? Look 'ee, madam, I 'm none of
your romantic fools, that fight giants and monsters
for nothing; my valour is downright Swiss; I'm a
soldier of fortune, and must be paid.' {80}

_Mrs. Sul_. 'Tis ungenerous in you, sir, to upbraid me
with your services!

_Arch_. 'Tis ungenerous in you, madam, not to reward 'em

_Mrs. Sul_. How! at the expense of my honour?

_Arch_. Honour! can honour consist with ingratitude?
If you would deal like a woman of honour, do like
a man of honour. D' ye think I would deny you in
such a case?

_Enter a Servant_.

_Serv_. Madam, my lady ordered me to tell you, that your
brother is below at the gate. [_Exit_.

_Mrs. Sul_. My brother! Heavens be praised!--Sir, he
shall thank you for your services; he has it in his
power. {93}

_Arch_. Who is your brother, madam?

_Mrs. Sul_. Sir Charles Freeman.--You'll excuse me,
sir; I must go and receive him. [_Exit_.

_Arch_. Sir Charles Freeman! 'sdeath and hell! my old
acquaintance. Now unless Aimwell has made good
use of his time, all our fair machine goes souse into
the sea like the Eddystone. [_Exit_.

ACT V., SCENE IV.

_The Gallery in the same house.
Enter Aimwell and Dorinda_.

_Dor_. Well, well, my lord, you have conquered; your late
generous action will, I hope, plead for my easy
yielding; though I must own, your lordship had a
friend in the fort before.

_Aim_. The sweets of Hybla dwell upon her tongue!--
Here, doctor--

_Enter Foigard with a book_.

_Foi_. Are you prepared boat?

_Dor_. I 'm ready. But first, my lord, one word.--I have
a frightful example of a hasty marriage in my own
family; when I reflect upon't it shocks me. Pray,
my lord, consider a little-- {11}

_Aim_. Consider! do you doubt my honour or my love?

_Dor_. Neither: I do believe you equally just as brave:
and were your whole sex drawn out forme to choose,
I should not cast a look upon the multitude if you
were absent. But, my lord, I'm a woman; colours,
concealments may hide a thousand faults in me,
therefore know me better first; I hardly dare affirm
I know myself in anything except my love. {19}

_Aim_. [Aside,] Such goodness who could injure!