Aim. Our inn! by whom?
Count Bel. By the landlord, begar!—Garzoon, he has rob himself, and run away!
Arch. Robbed himself!
Count Bel. Ay, begar, and me too of a hundre pound.
Arch. A hundred pounds?
Count Bel. Yes, that I owed him.
Aim. Our money's gone, Frank.
Arch. Rot the money! my wench is gone.—[To Count Bellair.] Savez-vous quelquechase de Mademoiselle Cherry? [161]
Enter a Countryman with a strong-box and a letter.
Coun. Is there one Martin here?