[Aloud.] I'm only a traveller, like himself, and would be glad of his company, that's all.
Bon. I obey your commands, as the saying is. [Exit.
Re-enter Archer.
Arch. 'Sdeath I I had forgot; what title will you give yourself? [70]
Aim. My brother's, to be sure; he would never give me anything else, so I'll make bold with his honour this bout:—you know the rest of your cue.
Arch. Ay, ay. [Exit.
Enter Gibbet.
Gib. Sir, I 'm yours.
Aim. 'Tis more than I deserve, sir, for I don't know you.
Gib. I don't wonder at that, sir, for you never saw me before—[Aside] I hope.
