Arch. Come, madam, why don't you obey your mother's commands?
Mrs. Sul. How can you, after what is past, have the confidence to ask me?
Arch. And if you go to that, how can you, after what is past, have the confidence to deny me?——Was not this blood shed in your defence, and my life exposed for your protection?—Lookye, madam, I'm none of your romantic fools, that fight giants and monsters for nothing; my valour is downright Swiss; I am a soldier of fortune, and must be paid.
Mrs. Sul. 'Tis ungenerous in you, sir, to upbraid me with your services.
Arch. 'Tis ungenerous in you, madam, not to reward them.
Mrs. Sul. How! at the expense of my honour!
Arch. Honour! Can honour consist with ingratitude? If you would deal like a woman of honour, do like a man of honour: d'ye think I would deny you in such a case?
Enter Gipsey.
Gip. Madam, my lady ordered me to tell you, that your brother is below at the gate.
Mrs. Sul. My brother! Heavens be praised:—Sir, he shall thank you for your services; he has it in his power.