[Exit with Gipsey.
Foig. Upon my shoul, now, dis is foolish. [Exit.
Aim. Gone! and bid the priest depart—It has an ominous look!
Enter Archer.
Arch. Courage, Tom——Shall I wish you joy?
Aim. No.
Arch. Oons, man! what ha' you been doing?
Aim. O Archer, my honesty, I fear, has ruined me.
Arch. How!
Aim. I have discovered myself.