ACT II., SCENE II.
A Room in Boniface's Inn. Enter Aimwell dressed, and Archer.
Aim. And was she the daughter of the house?
Arch. The landlord is so blind as to think so; but I dare swear she has better blood in her veins.
Aim. Why dost think so?
Arch. Because the baggage has a pert je ne sais quoi; she reads plays, keeps a monkey, and is troubled with vapours.
Aim. By which discoveries I guess that you know more of Cher.
Arch. Not yet, faith; the lady gives herself airs; forsooth, nothing under a gentleman!
Arch. Say one word more of that, and I'll declare myself, spoil your sport there, and everywhere else; look ye, Aim well, every man in his own sphere.