Bon. Ha! ha! ha! Mr. Martin, you're very arch—This gentleman is only travelling towards Chester, and would be glad of your company, that's all—Come, Captain, you'll stay to-night, I suppose; I'll show you a chamber——Come, Captain.
Gib. Farewell, friend——
[Exeunt Gibbet and Boniface.
Arch. Captain, your servant——Captain! a pretty fellow! 'Sdeath, I wonder that the officers of the army don't conspire to beat all scoundrels in red but their own.
Enter Cherry.
Cher. Gone, and Martin here! I hope he did not listen: I would have the merit of the discovery all my own, because I would oblige him to love me. [Aside.]—Mr. Martin, who was that man with my father?
Arch. Some recruiting sergeant, or whipped out trooper, I suppose.
Cher. All's safe, I find. [Aside.
Arch. Come, my dear, have you conned over the catechism I taught you last night?
Cher. Come, question me.