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my feet ?
Alrs. Sul. No; I'm condemned to be alone till towards four, and then, perhaps, I may be executed wiih his company.
Dor. Well, my dear, I'll leave you to your rest; you'll go directly to bed, I suppose.
Mrs. Sul. I don't know what to do; heigho!
Dor. And might prove a critical minute, if the pretty fellow were here.
Tirs. $u!. Here? what, in my bedchamber, at two o'clock i'th' inorning, I undressed, the family asleep, my hated husband abroad, and my lovely fellow at
O, gad, sister! Tor. Thcughts are free, sister, and them I allow you--So, my dear, good night.
[Erit. Mrs, S:... A good rest to my dear DorindaThoughts free, are they so? why, then, suppose him here, dressed like a youthful, gay, and burning bridegroom, (ARCHER steals out of the Closet.] with tongue enchanting, eyes bewitching, knees itnploring [Turns a lilile on one side, anil sees ARCHEŘ in the Posinna she describes.]-Ah! [Shrieks, and runs to the other Side of the Stage.) Have my thoughts raised a spirit? What are you, sir? a man, or a devil ? dich. A min,
[Rising Mrs. Sn. How shall I be sure of it?
Arch. Madam, I'll give you demonstration this minute.
[Takes her Hand. Mrs. Sul. What, sir! do you intend to be rude? Arch, Yes, madam, if you please.
Mrs. Sil. In the name of wonder, whence came ye?
Arch. From the skies, madam-I'm a Jupiter in love, and you shall be ny Alcmena.
Mrs. Súl. How caine you in?
sin Cupid lent me his wings, and your sister Venus opened the casement.
Mrs. Sul. I'ın struck dumb with admiration.
Looks pussiona!ely at her. Mrs. Sul. What will become of ine?
Arch. How beautiful she looks! -the teeming jolly spring smiles in her blooming face, and when she was conceived, her mother smelt to roses, looked on lilies
Lilies unfold their white, their fragrant charms, When the warm sun thus darts into their arms,
[Runs to her.
Mrs. Su Ah!
[Skrieks. Arch. Oors, madam, what do you mean? you'll raise the house.
Mrs. Sul. Sir, I'll wake the dead, before I hear this. What: approach me with the freedoins of a keeper! I'm glad on't; your impudence has cured
Arch. If this be impudence, (Kneels.] I leave to your partial self; no pa: :tio. nilgr.11, after a tea:095, painful, voyage, e'er bow'd cfure his s'int with :vore devotion.
Mrs.Sul. Now, now, I'm ruin'difrekneirik.] Rise, thou p oswate engia er: :ot 2 h; Gr inining skill shrii reach nu; birt. jus and snow that I am a woman, without my sex; } ciliore to all the tenderness of wishe jiglis, and irja-Riir 30 no farther-Sull, « convince you *:41. 1':n more than woman, I caii wpeak my valiv, corless ny weakness even form-ButArch. for me!
[Going to lay huid on her, Mrs. Sul. tiold, sir ; bu id not upoo chat--for iny most mortal batred follows, if you disobey what I
command you now leave me this minute--If he denies, I'm lost.
[Aside. Arch. Then you'll promise Mrs. Sul. Any thing another time. Arch. When shall I come? Alrs. Sul. To-morrowwhen you will. Arch. Your lips must seal the promise. Mirs. Sul. Pshaw!
Arch. They must, they must. [Kisses her.] Raptures and paradise! and why not now, my angel? The time, the place, silence, and secrecy, all con. spire--And the now conscious stars have pre-ordained this moment for 'my happiness.
[Takes her in his Arms. Mrs. Sul. You will not, cannot, sure.
Arch. If the sun rides fast, and disappoints not
Enter SCRUB, in his Breeches, and one Shoe.
Scrub. [Kneeling.] O pray, sir, spare all I have, and take my life.
Mrs. Sul. [Holding ARCHER's Hand.] What does the fellow mean?
Scrub. O, madam, down upon your knees, your marrowbones--the's one of them.
Arch. Of whom?
Scrub. One of the rogues--I beg your pardon, one of the honest gentlemen, that just now are broke into the house.
Arch. Indeed I did, madam, but I would have taken nothing but what you might very well have spared; but your crying, Thieves, has waked this dreaming fool, and so he takes them for granted.
Scrub. Granted ! 'tis granted, sir; take all we have.
Mrs. Sul. The fellow looks as if he were broke out of Bedlam.
Scrub. Oöns, madam, they're broke into the house with fire and sword; I saw them, heard them, they'll be here this minute.
circh. What! thieves !
Arch. Leave you! lord, madam, did not you command me to begone just now, upon pain of your immortal hatred. Mrs. Sul. Nay, but pray, sir
[Takes hold of him. Arch. Ha! ha! ha! now comes my turn to be ravished-You see now, madam, you must use men one way or other; but take this by the way, good madam, that none but a fool will give you the benefit of his courage, unless you'll take his love along with it-How are they arm’d, friend? Scrub. With sword and pistol, sir.
[He gets under the Table, Arch. Hush ! I see a dark lanthorn coming through the gallery Madam, be assured I will protect you, or lose my life.
Mrs. Sul. Your life! no, sir, they can rob me of nothing that I value half so much; therefore now, sir, let me entreat you to begone.
Arch. No, madam, I'll consult my own safety, for the sake of yours; I'll work by stratagem: bave you courage enough to stand the appearance of them?
Mrs. Sul. Yes, yes ; since I have escaped your hands, I can face any thing.
Arch. Come hither, brother Scrub; don't you know me? Scrub. Eh! my dear brother, let me kiss thee!
[Kisses ARCHER. Arch. This way
[ARCHER and SCRUB hide. Enter GIBBET, with a dark Lanthorn in one Hand,
and a Pistol in the other. Gib. Ay, ay, this is the chamber, and the lady alone.
Mrs. Sul. Who are you, sir? What would you have ? D'ye come to rob me?
Gib. Rob you! alack a day, madam, I'm only a younger brother, madam; and so, madam, if
you make a noise, I'll shoot you through the head: but don't be afraid, madam. [Laying his Lanthoin and Pistol upon the Table.] These rings, madam; don't be concerned, madam ; I have a profound respect for you, madam; your keys, madam; don't be frighted, madam; I'm the most of a gentleman. [Searching her Pockets.] This necklace, madam ; I never was rude to any lady! I have a veneration for this necklace.
[Here ARCHER, having come round, and seized
the Pistol, takes GIBBET by the Collar, trips up his Heels, and claps the Pistol to his
Breast. Arch. Hold, profane villain, and take the reward of thy sacrilege.
Gib. Oh! pray, sir, don't kill me; I an't prepared.