ize! [_Taking Dorindas hand_].

_Arch_. And double thanks to the noble Sir Charles
Freeman.--My Lord, I wish you joy.--My Lady, I
wish you joy.--Egad, Sir Freeman, you're the
honestest fellow living!--'Sdeath, I'm grown
strange airy upon this matter!--My Lord, how
d'ye?--A word, my Lord; don't you remember
something of a previous agreement, that entitles me
to the moiety of this lady's fortune, which I think
will amount to five thousand pounds?

_Aim_. Not a penny, Archer; you would ha' cut my throat
just now, because I would not deceive this lady.

_Arch_. Ay, and I 'll cut your throat again, if you should
deceive her now. {139}

_Aim_. That's what I expected; and to end the dispute,
the lady's fortune is ten thousand pounds, we'll
divide stakes: take the ten thousand pounds or
the lady.

_Dor_. How! is your lordship so indifferent?

_Arch_. No, no, no, madam! his Lordship knows very
well that I 'll take the money; I leave you to his
Lordship, and so we 're both provided for.

_Enter Count Bellair_.

_Count Bel_. _Mesdames et Messieurs_, I am your servant
trice humble! I hear you be rob here.

_Aim_. The ladies have been in some danger, sir.

_Count Bel_. And, begar, our inn be rob too! {150}

_Aim_. Our inn! by whom?

_Count Bel_. By the landlord, begar!--Garzoon, he has
rob himself, and run away!

_Arch_. Robbed himself!

_Count Bel_. Ay, begar, and me too of a hundre pound.

_Arch_. A hundred pounds?

_Count Bel_. Yes, that I owed him.

_Aim_. Our money's gone, Frank.

_Arch_. Rot the money! my wench is gone.--[_To Count
Bellair_.] _Savez-vous quelquechase de Mademoiselle
Cherry?_ {161}

_Enter a Countryman with a strong-box and a letter_.

_Coun_. Is there one Martin here?

_Arch_. Ay, ay--who wants him?

_Coun_. I have a box here, and letter for him.

_Arch_. [_Taking the box_.] Ha! ha! ha! what's here?
Legerdemain!--By this light, my lord, our money
again!--But this unfolds the riddle.--[_Opening the
letter_.] Hum, hum, hum!--Oh, 'tis for the public
good, and must be communicated to the company.

[_Reads_.

Mr. Martin, lyo

My father being afraid of an impeachment by the
rogues that are taken to-night, is gone off; but if
you can procure him a pardon, he'll make great
discoveries that may be useful to the country. Could I
have met you instead of your master to-night, I would
have delivered myself into your hand