Mrs. Sul. I hope you did not come to rob me?
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. Oons, madam, they're broke into the house with fire and sword; I saw them, heard them, they'll be here this minute.
Arch. What! thieves!
Scrub. Under favour, sir, I think so.
Mrs. Sul. What shall we do, sir?
Arch. Madam, I wish your ladyship a good night.
Mrs. Sul. Will you leave me?