Bon. Upon the table, as the saying is.
Aim. Gentlemen—pray—that door——
Foig. No, no, fait, the captain must lead.
Aim. No, doctor, the church is our guide.
Gib. Ay, ay, so it is.
[Exeunt, Foigard foremost.
SCENE III.
A Gallery in Lady Bountiful's House.
Enter Archer and Scrub, singing, and hugging one
another; Scrub with a Tankard in his Hand—Gipsey
listening at a Distance.
Scrub. Tal, all, dal——Come, my dear boy, let us have that song once more.