s, with a sum
that much exceeds that in your strong-box, which I
have sent you, with an assurance to my dear Martin
that I shall ever be his most faithful friend till
death.
CHERRY BONIFACE.

There's a billet-doux for you! As for the father,
I think he ought to be encouraged; and for the
daughter--pray, my Lord, persuade your bride to
take her into her service instead of Gipsy. {184}

_Aim_. I can assure you, madam, your deliverance was
owing to her discovery.

_Dor_. Your command, my Lord, will do without the
obligation. I 'll take care of her.

_Sir Chas_. This good company meets opportunely in
favour of a design I have in behalf of my unfortunate
sister. I intend to part her from her
husband--gentlemen, will you assist me? {192}

_Arch_. Assist you! 'sdeath, who would not?

_Count Bel_. Assist! garzoon, we all assist!

_Enter Squire Sullen_.

_Squire Sul_. What 's all this? They tell me, spouse,
that you had like to have been robbed.

_Mrs. Sul_. Truly, spouse, I was pretty near it, had not
these two gentlemen interposed.

_Squire Sul_. How came these gentlemen here?

_Mrs. Sul_. That's his way of returning thanks, you must
know. {201}

_Count Bel_. Garzoon, the question be apropos for all dat.

_Sir Chas_. You promised last night, sir, that you would
deliver your lady to me this morning.

_Squire Sul_. Humph!

_Arch_. Humph! what do you mean by humph? Sir,
you shall deliver her--in short, sir, we have saved
you and your family; and if you are not civil, we 'll
unbind the rogues, join with 'em, and set fire to
your house. What does the man mean? not part
with his wife! {211}

_Count Bel_. Ay, garzoon, de man no understan common
justice.

_Mrs. Sul_. Hold, gentlemen, all things here must move
by consent, compulsion would spoil us; let my dear
and I talk the matter over, and you shall judge it
between us.

_Squire Sul_. Let me know first who are to be our judges.
Pray, sir, who are you?

_Sir Chas_. I am Sir Charles Freeman, come to take away
your wife. {221}

_Squire Sul_. And you, good sir?

_Aim_. Thomas, Viscount Aimwell, come to take away
your sister.

_Squire Sul_. And you, pray, sir?

_Arch_. Francis Archer, esquire, come----

_Squire Sul_. To take away my mother, I hope. Gentlemen,
you 're heartily welcome; I never met with
three more obliging people since I was born!--