Arch. Here, I give it with all my heart.
Scrub. And I take it with all my soul.—[Exit Archer.] Ecod, I 'll spoil your plotting, Mrs. Gipsy! and if you should set the captain upon me, these two guineas will buy me off. [Exit.
Re-enter Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda, meeting.
Mrs. Sul. Well, sister!
Dor. And well, sister! [430]
Mrs. Sul. What's become of my lord?
Dor. What's become of his servant?
Mrs. Sul. Servant! he's a prettier fellow, and a finer gentleman by fifty degrees, than his master.
Dor. O' my conscience, I fancy you could beg that fellow at the gallows-foot!
Mrs. Sul. O' my conscience I could, provided I could put a friend of yours in his room.
