Arch. Ay, my lady, a bed would do very well.—[To Mrs. Sullen.] Madam, will you do me the favour to conduct me to a chamber.
Lady Boun. Do, do, daughter—while I get the lint and the probe and the plaster ready.
[Runs out one way, Aimwell carries off Dorinda another.
Arch. Come, madam, why don't you obey your mother's commands? [71]
Mrs. Sul. How can you, after what is passed, have the confidence to ask me?
Arch. And if you go to that, how can you, after what is passed, have the confidence to deny me? Was not this blood shed in your defence, and my life exposed for your protection? Look 'ee, madam, I 'm none of your romantic fools, that fight giants and monsters for nothing; my valour is downright Swiss; I'm a soldier of fortune, and must be paid.' [80]
Mrs. Sul. 'Tis ungenerous in you, sir, to upbraid me with your services!
Arch. 'Tis ungenerous in you, madam, not to reward 'em
Mrs. Sul. How! at the expense of my honour?
Arch. Honour! can honour consist with ingratitude? If you would deal like a woman of honour, do like a man of honour. D' ye think I would deny you in such a case?