Aim. Pshaw! no woman can be a beauty without a fortune.—Let me alone for a marksman.
Arch. Tom!
Aim. Ay!
Arch. When were you at church before, pray?
Aim. Um—I was there at the coronation.
Arch. And how can you expect a blessing by going to church now?
Aim. Blessing? nay, Frank, I ask but for a wife! [Exit.
Arch. Truly, the man is not very unreasonable in his demands.
[Exit, at the opposite Door.
Enter Boniface and Cherry.