Arch. Ay, and I'll cut your throat still, if you should deceive her now.
Aim. That's what I expect; and to end the dispute, the lady's fortune is twenty thousand pounds, we'll divide stakes; take the twenty thousand pounds, or the lady.
Dor. How! is your lordship so indifferent?
Arch. No, no, no, madam! his lordship knows very well, that I'll take the money; I leave you to his lordship, and so we are both provided for.
Enter Foigard.
Foig. Arra fait, de people do say, you be all robbed, joy.
Aim. The ladies have been in some danger, sir, as you saw.
Foig. Upon my shoul, our inn be rob too.
Aim. Our inn! By whom?
Foig. Upon my shalvation, our landlord has robbed himself, and run away wid da money.