LD. But where is the woman?

CLEVELAND. Rose has a girl in attendance upon her who is near her size
and figure--a mischievous wench, or I am no judge of physiognomies.

METCALF. [_Who has been listening, aside_.] Oho! [_Exits hurriedly and
secretly._

ARBALD. Bridget, they call her.

CLEVELAND. Send her to me. Fifty pounds will be more than her fidelity
can stand. Luckily we have the Chaplain with us. Have him ready.

ARBALD. I'll hunt Bridget up at once.

[_Exit_ ARBALD.

CLEVELAND. The plan is a good one. Now, Lady Wit, those who win may
laugh. But I was a blind fool ever to allow her to obtain that promise
from me.

_Enter_ METCALF.

METCALF. Hist! Major Cleveland.

CLEVELAND. Well, good fellow.

METCALF. [_Aside_.] Fellow! It is remarkable now that I, who daily
make a score of urchins tremble in their shoes at the frown of my
portentous brow, can't in the least make these people afraid of me.
Let me see what effect one of my frightfully severe looks would have.
[_Walks up to him_.

CLEVELAND. Well, sir, have you any business with me?

METCALF. No, no, sir. [_Aside_.] I suppose my urchins feel as I do
now. [_Aloud._] I've got an idea, sir, about the Captain.

CLEVELAND. Well, what idea?

METCALF. [_Aside_.] Here comes Rose--the very image of Bridget--all
I wanted was to give her time. [_Aloud_.] An idea--[_Aside_.] to trap
you with sword, coat, and all--

CLEVELAND. There she is--begone, fellow--you intrude upon me.

_Enter_ ROSE, _disguised as_ BRIDGET.

ROSE. [_Curtseying_.] Your Honour sent for me.

METCALF. Ha! ha! ha! Trap to catch foxes--ho! ho! ho!

[_Exit_.

CLEVELAND. You look a lively, quick-witted lass.

ROSE. [_Aside_.] Now for the airs of your true lady's lady.

CLEVELAND. Do you know how to keep a silent tongue?

ROSE. Bless us! Haven't I always been in practice? Ain't I mum to what
all the fine gentlemen say about the bouquets, the presents, the love
notes--

CLEVELAND. How would you like to make twenty pounds?

ROSE. Oh, sir, I am quite invincible.

CLEVELAND. But twenty pounds?

ROSE. Say twenty-five.

CLEVELAND. To be paid when the contract is performed. How would you
like to marry?

ROSE. Oh! good gracious!

CLEVELAND. Hush! Why the deuce do you raise that clatter?

ROSE. Lor, sir, we always do.

CLEVELAND. Be silent, or the twenty pounds--

ROSE. Twenty-five--

CLEVELAND. Twenty-five then. Marriage in jest.

ROSE. Oh!

CLEVELAND. Only in jest--to