Enter ARCHER and MRS. SULLEN.

Arch. Hold! hold! my lord; every man his bird,

pray.

[They engage Man to Man; the Rogues are
thrown down, and disarmed.

Arch. Shall we kill the rogues?
Aim. No, no; we'll bind them.

Arch. Ay, ay; here, madam, lend me your garter. [To MRS. SULLEN, who stands by him. Mrs. Sul. The devil's in this fellow; he fights, loves, and banters all in a breath: here's a rope, that the rogues brought with them, I suppose.

Arch. Right, right, the rogue's destiny, a rope to hang himselfCome, my lord,--this is but a scandalous sort of an office, [Binding the ROGUES together.] if our adventure should end in this sort of hangmanwork; but I hope there is something in prospect that

Enter SCRUB.

Well, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar?

Scrub. Yes, sir, I left the priest and him disputing about religion.

Aim. And pray carry these gentlemen to reap the benefit of the controversy.

[Delivers the PRISONERS to SCRUB, who leads them out.

Mrs. Sul. Pray, sister, how came my lord here? Dor. And pray, how came the gentleman here? Mrs. Sul. I'll tell you the greatest piece of villainy[They talk in dumb Show. Aim. I fancy, Archer, you have been more successful in your adventure than the housebreakers. Arch. No matter for my adventure, yours is the principal- - Press her this minute to marry you,→→→ now while she's hurried between the palpitation of

her fear, and the joy of her deliverance, now while the tide of her spirits are at high-flood :——throw yourself at her feet, speak some romantic nonsense or other; confound her senses, bear down her reason, and away with her :-The priest is now in the cellar, and dare not refuse to do the work.

Aim. But how shall I get off without being observed?

Arch. You a lover, and not find a way to get off! -Let me see.

Aim. You bleed, Archer.

Arch. 'Sdeath, I'm glad on't; this wound will do the business—I'll amuse the old lady and Mrs. Sullen about dressing my wound, while you carry off Dorinda.

Lady B. Gentlemen, could we understand how you would be gratified for the services

Arch. Come, come, my lady, this is no time for compliments; I'm wounded, madam.

Lady B. and Mrs. Sul. How! wounded!

Dor. I hope, sir, you have received no hurt?
Aim. None but what you may cure-

[Makes love in dumb Show. Lady B. Let me see your arm, sir-I must have some powder sugar, to stop the blood- -O me! an ugly gash; upon my word, sir, you must go into bed.

Arch. Ay, my lady, a bed would do very well

Madam, [To MRS. SULLEN.] will you do me the favour to conduct me to a chamber?

Lady B. Do, do, daughter,while I get the lint, and the probe, and plaister ready.

[Runs out one Way; AIMWELL carries off DORINDA

another.

Arch. Come, madam, why don't you obey your mother's commands?

Mrs. Sul. How can you, after what is past, have the confidence to ask me?

Arch. And if you go to that, how can you, after