Count Bel. Ay, garzoon, de man no understan common justice.
Mrs. Sul. Hold, gentlemen, all things here must move by consent, compulsion would spoil us; let my dear and I talk the matter over, and you shall judge it between us.
Squire Sul. Let me know first who are to be our judges. Pray, sir, who are you?
Sir Chas. I am Sir Charles Freeman, come to take away your wife. [221]
Squire Sul. And you, good sir?
Aim. Thomas, Viscount Aimwell, come to take away your sister.
Squire Sul. And you, pray, sir?
Arch. Francis Archer, esquire, come——
Squire Sul. To take away my mother, I hope. Gentlemen, you 're heartily welcome; I never met with three more obliging people since I was born!— And now, my dear, if you please, you shall have the first word. [231]
Arch. And the last, for five pounds!