he guest in warming of the bed----

There's a touch of sublime Milton for you, and the
subject but an innkeeper's daughter! I can play
with a girl as an angler does with his fish; he keeps
it at the end of his line, runs it up the stream, and
down the stream, till at last he brings it to hand,
tickles the trout, and so whips it into his basket.

_Enter Boniface_.

_Bon_. Mr. Martin, as the saying is--yonder's an honest
fellow below, my Lady Bountiful's butler, who begs
the honour that you would go home with him and
see his cellar.

_Arch_. Do my _baise-mains_ to the gentleman, and tell
him I will do myself the honour to wait on him
immediately. [_Exit Boniface_.

_Aim_. What do I hear? {40}
Soft Orpheus play, and fair Toftida sing!

_Arch_. Psha! damn your raptures; I tell you, here's a
pump going to be put into the vessel, and the ship
will get into harbour, my life on't. You say, there's
another lady very handsome there?

_Aim_. Yes, faith.

_Arch_. I 'm in love with her already.

_Aim_. Can't you give me a bill upon Cherry in the
meantime?

_Arch_. No, no, friend, all her corn, wine and oil, is
ingrossed to my market. And once more I warn
you, to keep your anchorage clear of mine; for if
you fall foul of me, by this light you shall go
to the bottom! What! make prize of my little
frigate, while I am upon the cruise for you!----

_Aim_. Well, well, I won't. [_Exit Archer_.

_Re-enter Boniface_.

Landlord, have you any tolerable company in the
house, I don't care for dining alone?

_Bon_. Yes, sir, there's a captain below, as the saying is,
that arrived about an hour ago. {60}

_Aim_. Gentlemen of his coat are welcome everywhere;
will you make him a compliment from me and tell
him I should be glad of his company?

_Bon_. Who shall I tell him, sir, would--

_Aim_. [_Aside_.] Ha! that stroke was well thrown in!--

[_Aloud._] I'm only a traveller, like himself, and
would be glad of his company, that's all.

_Bon_. I obey your commands, as the saying is. [_Exit_.

_Re-enter Archer_.

_Arch_. 'Sdeath I I had forgot; what title will you give
yourself? {70}

_Aim_. My brother's, to be sure; he would never give me
anything else, so I'll make bold with his honour
this bout:--you know the rest of your cue.

_Arch_. Ay, ay. [_Exit_.

_Enter Gibbet_.

_Gib_. Sir, I 'm yours.

_Aim_. 'Tis more than I deserve, sir, for I don't know