Arch. I think the quilt is the richest that ever I saw——I can't at this distance, madam, distinguish the figures of the embroidery: will you give me leave, madam?
Mrs. Sul. The devil take his impudence—Sure, if I gave him an opportunity, he durst not offer it—I have a great mind to try.—[Going.—Returns.] 'Sdeath, what am I doing?—And alone too;——Sister, sister! [Exit.
Arch. I'll follow her close——
For where a Frenchman durst attempt to storm,
A Briton, sure may well the work perform. [Going.
Enter Scrub.
Scrub. Martin, brother Martin!
Arch. O brother Scrub, I beg your pardon, I was not a-going: here's a guinea my master ordered you.
Scrub. A guinea! hi, hi, hi, a guinea! eh——by this light it is a guinea; but I suppose you expect one and twenty shillings in change.
Arch. Not at all; I have another for Gipsey.
Scrub. A guinea for her! Fire and faggot for the witch.——Sir, give me that guinea, and I'll discover a plot.
Arch. A plot?