or other: you 'll pay for all one day, I
warrant ye. But come, my lady's tea is ready, and
'tis almost church time. [_Exeunt_.

ACT II., SCENE II.

_A Room in Boniface's Inn_.
_Enter Aimwell dressed, and Archer_.

_Aim_. And was she the daughter of the house?

_Arch_. The landlord is so blind as to think so; but I
dare swear she has better blood in her veins.

_Aim_. Why dost think so?

_Arch_. Because the baggage has a pert _je ne sais quoi_;
she reads plays, keeps a monkey, and is troubled
with vapours.

_Aim_. By which discoveries I guess that you know more
of _Cher_.

_Arch_. Not yet, faith; the lady gives herself airs;
forsooth, nothing under a gentleman!

_Aim_. Let me take her in hand.

_Arch_. Say one word more of that, and I'll declare
myself, spoil your sport there, and everywhere else;
look ye, Aim well, every man in his own sphere.

_Aim_. Right; and therefore you must pimp for your
master.

_Arch_. In the usual forms, good sir, after I have served
myself.--But to our business. You are so well
dressed, Tom, and make so handsome a figure, that
I fancy you may do execution in a country church;
the exterior part strikes first, and you're in the
right to make that impression favourable. {23}

_Aim_. There's something in that which may turn to
advantage. The appearance of a stranger in a
country church draws as many gazers as a blazing-star;
no sooner he comes into the cathedral, but a
train of whispers runs buzzing round the congregation
in a moment: _Who is he? Whence comes he?
Do you know him?_Then I, sir, tips me the verger
with half-a-crown; he pockets the simony, and
inducts me into the best pew in the church; I pull
out my snuff-box, turn myself round, bow to the
bishop, or the dean, if he be the commanding-officer;
single out a beauty, rivet both my eyes
to hers, set my nose a-bleeding by the strength of
imagination, and show the whole church my concern,
by my endeavouring to hide it; after the
sermon, the whole town gives me to her for a lover,
and by persuading the lady that I am a-dying for
her, the tables are turned, and she in good earnest
falls in love with me. {42}

_Arch_. There's nothing in this, Tom, without a precedent;
but instead of riveting your eyes to a
beauty, try to fix 'em upon a fortune; that's our
business at present.

_Aim_. Psha! no woman can be a beauty without a
fortune. Let me alone, for I am a m