Scrub. One of the rogues—I beg your pardon, one of the honest gentlemen that just now are broke into the house.
Arch. How!
Mrs. Sul. I hope you did not come to rob me?
Arch. Indeed I did, madam, but I would have taken nothing but what you might ha' spared; but your crying 'Thieves' has waked this dreaming fool, and so he takes 'em for granted. [110]
Scrub. Granted! 'tis granted, sir; take all we have.
Mrs. Sul. The fellow looks as if he were broke out of Bedlam.
Scrub. 'Oons, madam, they 're broke into the house with fire and sword! I saw them, heard them; they 'll be here this minute.
Arch. What, thieves!
Scrub. Under favour, sir, I think so.
Mrs. Sul. What shall we do, sir?