Cher. [Aside.] What! the rogues taken! then they'll impeach my father: I must give him timely notice.
[Runs out.
Arch. Shall we kill the rogues?
Aim. No, no, we 'll bind them.
Arch. Ay, ay.—[To Mrs. Sullen, who stands by him.] Here, madam, lend me your garter.
Mrs. Sul. [Aside.] The devil's in this fellow! he fights, loves, and banters, all in a breath.—[Aloud.] Here's a cord that the rogues brought with 'em, I suppose. [20]
Arch. Right, right, the rogue's destiny, a rope to hang himself.—Come, my lord—this is but a scandalous sort of an office [Binding the Highwaymen together.] if our adventures should end in this sort of hangman-work; but I hope there is something in prospect, that—
Enter Scrub.
Arch. Well, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar?
Scrub. Yes, sir, I left the priest and him disputing about religion.