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 armed, 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: have 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?