r 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 a-considering in what
manner I should make love to you.

_Cher_. Love to me, friend!

_Arch_. Yes, child. {364}

_Cher_. Child! manners!--If you kept a little more
distance, friend, it would become you much better.

_Arch_. Distance! good-night, sauce-box. [_Going_.

_Cher_. [_Aside_.] A pretty fellow! I like his pride.--
[_Aloud_.] 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? {372}

_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 'em!

_Cher_. Why, sir, don't I see everybody?

_Arch_. Ay, but if some women had 'em, they would kill
everybody. Prithee, instruct me, I would fain make
love to you, but I don't know what to say. {380}

_Cher_. Why, did you never make love to anybody
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. [_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. {390}

Such an air
You freely wear
To ensnare,
As makes each guest a lover!

Since then, my dear, I 'm your guest,
Prithee give me of the best
Of what is ready drest:
Since then, my dear, etc.

_Cher_. [_Aside_.] What can I think of this man?--[_Aloud_.]
Will you give me that song, sir? {400}

_Arch_. Ay, my dear, take it while 'tis warm.--[_Kisses
her_.] Death and fire! her lips are honeycombs.

_Cher_. And I wish there had been 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_. [_Aside_.] This fellow is misbegotten as well as I.--
[Aloud.] What's your name, sir?

_Arch_. [_Aside_.] Name! egad, I have forgot it.--[_Aloud_.]
Oh! Martin.