h_. This way--here----

[Archer and Scrub hide behind the bed.

_Enter Gibbet, with a dark lantern in one hand, and
a pistol in the other_.

_Gib_. Ay, ay, this is the chamber, and the lady alone.

_Mrs. Sul_. Who are you, sir? what would you have?
d' ye come to rob me? {149}

_Gib_. Rob you! alack a day, madam, I 'm only a
younger brother, madam; and so, madam, if you
make a noise, I 'll shoot you through the head; but
don't be afraid, madam.--[_Laying his lantern and
pistol upon the table_.] These rings, madam; don't
be concerned, madam, I have a profound respect
for you, madam; your keys, madam; don't be
frighted, madam, I 'm the most of a gentleman.
--[_Searching her pockets_.] This necklace, madam;
I never was rude to any lady;--I have a veneration
--for this necklace-- {160}

[_Here Archer having come round, and seized the
pistol takes Gibbet by the collar, trips up his
heels, and claps the pistol to his breast_.

_Arch_. Hold, profane villain, and take the reward of thy
sacrilege!

_Gib_. Oh! pray, sir, don't kill me; I an't prepared.

_Arch_. How many is there of 'em, Scrub?

_Scrub_. Five-and-forty, sir.

_Arch_. Then I must kill the villain, to have him out of
the way.

_Gib_. Hold, hold, sir, we are but three, upon my honour.

_Arch_. Scrub, will you undertake to secure him?

_Scrub_. Not I, sir; kill him, kill him! {170}

_Arch_. Run to Gipsy's chamber, there you'll find the
doctor; bring him hither presently.--[_Exit Scrub,
running_.] Come, rogue, if you have a short prayer,
say it.

_Gib_. Sir, I have no prayer at all; the government has
provided a chaplain to say prayers for us on these
occasions.

_Mrs. Sul_. Pray, sir, don't kill him: you fright me as
much as him. {179}

_Arch_. The dog shall die, madam, for being the occasion
of my disappointment.--Sirrah, this moment is your
last.

_Gib_. Sir, I 'll give you two hundred pounds to spare my
life.

_Arch_. Have you no more, rascal?

_Gib_. Yes, sir, I can command four hundred, but I must
reserve two of 'em to save my life at the sessions.

_Re-enter Scrub and Foigard_.

_Arch_. Here, doctor, I suppose Scrub and you between
you may manage him. Lay hold of him, doctor.

[_Foigard lays hold of Gibbet_.

_Gib_. What! turned over to the priest already!--
Look 'ee, doctor, you come before your time; I an't
condemned yet, I than