Ara. Not much, Sir.
Sum. I am glad on’t,—S’death, I can’t do it.
[She draws his Sword, and stands upon her Guard.
Ara. No Sir, nor shall not now: You a Highway-man and guard your self no better: Come, Sir, what Money have you? Deliver quickly.
Sum. Not a Cross by this foolish Hand of mine!
Ara. How, no Money, ’twere pity then to take this from thee; Here, take it again, I know you’l use me ne’re the worse for what I have done.
[Gives him his Sword again.]
Sum. No, by my Life!
Ara. I do believe you; and now pray hear me—Here on my Knees, in sight of Heaven, I make this solemn Protestation, That if you’l but forbear the Rifling of this Chain and Bracelets, and go but with me Home, by all the Vows which I this Day have plighted to my dearest Husband, I will deliver you in Money the full Value of these I wear, and cannot for my Life get off.
Sum. Ha! Ready-money is the Prize I look for; it passes without suspicion every where, when Chains and Jewels are often stop’d and call’d for before the Magistrate: But——
Ara. Nay never doubt! You saw I gave you my Advantage up, and questioned not my safety at your hands, pray fear not yours in mine.
Sum. I know not what to do.