Bon. Ay, and to a curious woman, sir—but he's a—— He wants it here, sir.
[Pointing to his Forehead.
Aim. He has it there, you mean.
Bon. That's none of my business; he's my landlord, and so a man, you know, would not——but I'cod he's no better than—sir, my humble service to you. [Drinks.] Though I value not a farthing what he can do to me; I pay him his rent at quarter day; I have a good running trade; I have but one daughter, and I can give her—but no matter for that.
Aim. You are very happy, Mr. Boniface; pray what other company have you in town?
Bon. A power of fine ladies; and then we have the French Officers.
Aim. O that's right, you have a good many of those gentlemen: pray how do you like their company?
Bon. So well, as the saying is, that I could wish we had as many more of them; they are full of money, and pay double for every thing they have; they know, sir, that we paid good round taxes for the taking of them, and so they are willing to reimburse us a little; one of them lodges in my house.
Enter Archer.
Arch. Landlord, there are some French Gentlemen below, that ask for you.