ACT V., SCENE III.
Another Bedchamber in the same. Enter Hounslow and Bagshot, with swords drawn, haling in Lady Bountiful and Dorinda.
Houn. Come, come, your jewels, mistress!
Bag. Your keys, your keys, old gentlewoman!
Enter Aimwell and Cherry.
Aim. Turn this way, villains! I durst engage an army in such a cause. [He engages them both.
Dor. O madam, had I but a sword to help the brave man!
Lady Boun. There's three or four hanging up in the hall; but they won't draw. I 'll go fetch one, however. [Exit.
Enter Archer and Mrs. Sullen.
Arch. Hold, hold, my lord! every man his bird, pray. [They engage man to man; Hounslow and Bagshot are thrown and disarmed.