Bon. I'll wait on them——Does your master stay long in town, as the saying is? [To Archer.
Arch. I can't tell, as the saying is.
Bon. Come from London?
Arch. No!
Bon. Going to London, mayhap?
Arch. No!
Bon. An odd fellow this; [Bar Bell rings.] I beg your worship's pardon, I'll wait on you in half a minute. [Exit.
Aim. The coast's clear, I see—Now, my dear Archer, welcome to Litchfield!
Arch. I thank thee, my dear brother in iniquity.
Aim. Iniquity! pr'ythee, leave canting; you need not change your style with your dress.