Cher. Depend upon this, sir, nothing in this garb shall ever tempt me; for, though I was born to servitude, I hate it. Own your condition, swear you love me, and then—
Arch. And then we shall go make my master's bed?
Cher. Yes. [219]
Arch. You must know, then, that I am born a gentleman, my education was liberal; but I went to London a younger brother, fell into the hands of sharpers, who stripped me of my money, my friends disowned me, and now my necessity brings me to what you see.
Cher. Then take my hand—promise to marry me before you sleep, and I'll make you master of two thousand pounds.
Arch. How! [229]
Cher. Two thousand pounds that I have this minute in my own custody; so, throw off your livery this instant, and I 'll go find a parson.
Arch. What said you? a parson!
Cher. What! do you scruple?
Arch. Scruple! no, no, but—Two thousand pounds, you say?