Arch. And double thanks to the noble Sir Charles Freeman.—My Lord, I wish you joy.—My Lady, I wish you joy.—Egad, Sir Freeman, you're the honestest fellow living!—'Sdeath, I'm grown strange airy upon this matter!—My Lord, how d'ye?—A word, my Lord; don't you remember something of a previous agreement, that entitles me to the moiety of this lady's fortune, which I think will amount to five thousand pounds?
Aim. Not a penny, Archer; you would ha' cut my throat just now, because I would not deceive this lady.
Arch. Ay, and I 'll cut your throat again, if you should deceive her now. [139]
Aim. That's what I expected; and to end the dispute, the lady's fortune is ten thousand pounds, we'll divide stakes: take the ten thousand pounds or the lady.
Dor. How! is your lordship so indifferent?
Arch. No, no, no, madam! his Lordship knows very well that I 'll take the money; I leave you to his Lordship, and so we 're both provided for.
Enter Count Bellair.
Count Bel. Mesdames et Messieurs, I am your servant trice humble! I hear you be rob here.
Aim. The ladies have been in some danger, sir.
Count Bel. And, begar, our inn be rob too! [150]