Aim. No, no; we'll bind them.
Arch. Ay, ay; here, madam, lend me your garter.
[To Mrs. Sullen, who stands by him.
Mrs. Sul. The devil's in this fellow; he fights, loves, and banters all in a breath: here's a rope, that the rogues brought with them, I suppose.
Arch. Right, right, the rogue's destiny, a rope to hang himself——Come, my lord,——this is but a scandalous sort of an office, [Binding the Rogues together.] if our adventure should end in this sort of hangmanwork; but I hope there is something in prospect that—
Enter Scrub.
Well, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar?
Scrub. Yes, sir, I left the priest and him disputing about religion.
Aim. And pray carry these gentlemen to reap the benefit of the controversy.
[Delivers the Prisoners to Scrub,
who leads them out.