Scrub. I shall.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.—A Room in Boniface’s Inn

Enter Aimwell and Archer.

Arch. Well, Tom, I find you’re a marksman.

Aim. A marksman! who so blind could be, as not discern a swan among the ravens?

Arch. Well, but hark’ee, Aimwell!

Aim. Aimwell! call me Oroondates, Cesario, Amadis, all that romance can in a lover paint, and then I’ll answer. O Archer! I read her thousands in her looks, she looked like Ceres in her harvest: corn, wine and oil, milk and honey, gardens, groves, and purling streams played on her plenteous face.

Arch. Her face! her pocket, you mean; the corn, wine, and oil lies there. In short, she has ten thousand pounds, that’s the English on’t.

Aim. Her eyes—

Arch. Are demi-cannons, to be sure; so I won’t stand their battery.

[Going.

Aim. Pray excuse me, my passion must have vent.

Arch. Passion! what a plague, d’ye think these romantic airs will do our business? Were my temper as extravagant as yours, my adventures have something more romantic by half.

Aim. Your adventures!

Arch. Yes, The nymph that with her twice ten hundred pounds, With brazen engine hot, and quoif clear- starched, Can fire the guest in warming of the bed— There’s a touch of sublime Milton for you, and the subject but an innkeeper’s daughter! I can play with a girl as an angler does with his fish: he keeps it at the end of his line, runs it up the stream, and down the stream, till at last he brings it to hand, tickles the trout, and so whips it into his basket.

Enter Boniface.

Bon. Mr. Martin, as the saying is—yonder’s an honest fellow below, my Lady Bountiful’s butler, who begs the honour that you would go home with him and see his cellar.

Arch. Do my baise-mains to the gentleman, and tell him I will do myself the honour to wait on him immediately.

[Exit Boniface.

Aim. What do I hear?

Soft Orpheus play, and fair Toftida sing!

Arch. Psha! damn your raptures; I tell you, here’s a pump going to be put into the vessel, and the ship will get into harbour, my life on’t. You say, there’s another lady very handsome there?

Aim. Yes, faith.