Gib. [Aside.] Very well again, an old offender, right—
[To Archer.] But, I mean, does he go upwards or downwards?
Arch. Downwards, I fear, sir.—Tall, all! [140]
Gib. I 'm afraid my fate will be a contrary way.
Bon. Ha! ha! ha! Mr. Martin, you 're very arch. This gentleman is only travelling towards Chester, and would be glad of your company, that's all.— Come, captain, you'll stay to-night, I suppose? I'll show you a chamber—come, captain.
Gib. Farewell, friend!
Arch. Captain, your servant.—[Exeunt Boniface and Gibbet.] Captain! a pretty fellow! 'Sdeath, I wonder that the officers of the army don't conspire to beat all scoundrels in red but their own. [151]
Re-enter Cherry.
Cher. [Aside.] Gone, and Martin here! I hope he did not listen; I would have the merit of the discovery all my own, because I would oblige him to love me. —[Aloud] Mr. Martin, who was that man with my father?
Arch. Some recruiting Serjeant, or whipped-out trooper, I suppose.