Arch. I’m in love with her already.

Aim. Can’t you give me a bill upon Cherry in the meantime?

Arch. No, no, friend, all her corn, wine, and oil is ingrossed to my market. And once more I warn you, to keep your anchorage clear of mine; for if you fall foul of me, by this light you shall go to the bottom! What! make prize of my little frigate, while I am upon the cruise for you!—

Aim. Well, well, I won’t.

[Exit Archer.

Re-enter Boniface. Landlord, have you any tolerable company in the house, I don’t care for dining alone?

Bon. Yes, sir, there’s a captain below, as the saying is, that arrived about an hour ago.

Aim. Gentlemen of his coat are welcome everywhere; will you make him a compliment from me and tell him I should be glad of his company?

Bon. Who shall I tell him, sir, would—

Aim. [aside]. Ha! that stroke was well thrown in!—[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 had forgot; what title will you give yourself?

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.

Aim. And pray, sir, how came I by the honour of seeing you now?

Gib. Sir, I scorn to intrude upon any gentleman—but my landlord—

Aim. O sir, I ask your pardon, you’re the captain he told me of?

Gib. At your service, sir.

Aim. What regiment, may I be so bold?

Gib. A marching regiment, sir, an old corps.