, joy.

_Gib_. What King of Spain, sir? speak!

_Foi_. Upon my shoul, joy, I cannot tell you as yet.

_Aim_. Nay, captain, that was too hard upon the doctor;
he's a stranger.

_Foi_. Oh, let him alone, dear joy; I am of a nation that is
not easily put out of countenance.

_Aim_. Come, gentlemen, I 'll end the dispute.--Here,
landlord, is dinner ready? {190}

_Bon_. Upon the table, as the saying is.

_Aim_. Gentlemen--pray--that door--

_Foi_. No, no, fait, the captain must lead.

_Aim_. No, doctor, the church is our guide.

_Gib_. Ay, ay, so it is.

[_Exit Foigard foremost, the others following_.

ACT III., SCENE III.

_The Gallery in Lady Bountiful's House_.

_Enter Archer and Scrub singing, and hugging one
another, the latter with a tankard in his hand
Gipsy listening at a distance_.

_Scrub_. _Tall, all, dall!_--Come, my dear boy, let 's have
that song once more.

_Arch_. No, no, we shall disturb the family.--But will you
be sure to keep the secret?

_Scrub_. Pho! upon my honour, as I'm a gentleman.

_Arch_. 'Tis enough. You must know, then, that my master
is the Lord Viscount Aimwell; he fought a duel
t' other day in London, wounded his man so dangerously,
that he thinks fit to withdraw till he hears
whether the gentleman's wounds be mortal or not
He never was in this part of England before, so he
chose to retire to this place, that's all. {12}

_Gip_. And that's enough for me. [_Exit_.

_Scrub_. And where were you when your master
fought?

_Arch_. We never know of our masters' quarrels.

_Scrub_. No! if our masters in the country here receive
a challenge, the first thing they do is to tell their
wives; the wife tells the servants, the servants
alarm the tenants, and in half an hour you shall
have the whole county in arms. {21}

_Arch_. To hinder two men from doing what they have
no mind for.--But if you should chance to talk now
of my business?

Scrub. Talk! ay, sir, had I not learned the knack of
holding my tongue, I had never lived so long in a
great family.

_Arch_. Ay, ay, to be sure there are secrets in all families.

_Scrub_. Secrets! ay;--but I 'll say no more. Come, sit
down, we 'll make an end of our tankard: here--

[_Gives Archer the tankard_.

_Arch_. With all my heart; who knows but you and I
may come to be better acquainted, eh? Here's
your ladies' healths; you have three, I think, and to
b