arksman.

_Arch_. Tom!

_Aim_. Ay. {50}

_Arch_. When were you at church before, pray?

_Aim_. Um--I was there at the coronation.

_Arch_. And how can you expect a blessing by going to
church now?

_Aim_. Blessing! nay, Frank, I ask but for a wife. [_Exit_.

_Arch_. Truly, the man is not very unreasonable in his
demands. [_Exit at the opposite door_.

_Enter Boniface and Cherry_.

_Bon_. Well, daughter, as the saying is, have you brought
Martin to confess? {59}

_Cher_. Pray, father, don't put me upon getting anything
out of a man; I 'm but young, you know, father,
and I don't understand wheedling.

_Bon_. Young! why, you jade, as the saying is, can any
woman wheedle that is not young? your mother
was useless at five-and-twenty. Not wheedle!
would you make your mother a whore, and me a
cuckold, as the saying is? I tell you, his silence
confesses it, and his master spends his money so
freely, and is so much a gentleman every manner of
way, that he must be a highwayman. {70}

_Enter Gibbet, in a cloak_.

_Gib_. Landlord, landlord, is the coast clear?

_Bon_. O Mr. Gibbet, what 's the news?

_Gib_. No matter, ask no questions, all fair and
honourable.--Here, my dear Cherry.--[_Gives her a bag_.]
Two hundred sterling pounds, as good as any that
ever hanged or saved a rogue; lay 'em by with the
rest; and here-three wedding or mourning rings,
'tis much the same you know-here, two silver-hilted
swords; I took those from fellows that never
show any part of their swords but the hilts-here
is a diamond necklace which the lady hid in the
privatest place in the coach, but I found it out--
this gold watch I took from a pawnbroker's wife; it
was left in her hands by a person of quality: there's
the arms upon the case.

_Cher_. But who had you the money from? {86}

_Gib_. Ah! poor woman! I pitied her;-from a poor
lady just eloped from her husband. She had made
up her cargo, and was bound for Ireland, as hard
as she could drive; she told me of her husband's
barbarous usage, and so I left her half-a-crown.
But I had almost forgot, my dear Cherry, I have a
present for you.

_Cher_. What is 't?

_Gib_. A pot of ceruse, my child, that I took out of a
lady's under-pocket.

_Cher_. What, Mr. Gibbet, do you think that I paint?

_Gib_. Why, you jade, your betters do; I 'm sure the lady
that I t