I suppose you have a mind to draw your own liquor-Let me recommend the third hogshead on the right—Ay, that was the hogshead that John and I stuck to to-night; 'tis fine, smooth, mellow, stinging liquor.

Carb. Here, lace the sot's arms, and turn him into the buttery again. [Exit Carbuncle. Doub. Do your pleasures with me, honest gentlemen; tho' it runs strangely in my head that I shall dream of thieves. [Exit Doub. led by Sneak and Long.

Enter LURCHER and CARBUNCLE, with Sir JOHN bound in an old fashioned night-gown and cap, and the rest of the equipage of LURCHER.

men

Sir John. Gentlemen-for heaven's sake, gentletis very well; I am bound hard enough. Lurch. Death, Sir, your money. We come for money.

Sir John. Is that all you come for? Why what a beast was I to unfurnish myself, to put out my money but yesterday? Alas, poor gentlemen! What shift shall I make for you? Pray call again some other time when I may be better provided.

Lurch. Oons, Sir, don't trifle-your money. Carb. Brimstone and fire---What do you bam us? Sir John. No, Sir, pardon me, I don't bam you. If you had come, as they say, in a civil way---Fie upon't, a gentleman would scorn to rob a house in such a manner.

Lurch. Clap a gag in his mouth there-What do

you suffer the old dog to chatter for?--- Pluck out his tongue- -or knock his teeth down his throat with an ounce of lead.

Carb. Furies and firebrands---what do you bam us, you old prig?

Sir John. I don't, dear Sir: Ah dear, sweet Sir, I do not, I do not bam you---only---and if it were your honours' good pleasures, I would intreat you for some small civility---I have a man of quality in my house, and I would not for the world that his grace should be disturbed.

Lurch. Thunder and lightning, Sir---Do you imagine we have any respect for a lord---no, no, we have secured his grace, he and all his equipage are bound to their good behaviour, I can tell you that.

Sir John. Who? my Lord! What have you bound his grace?--Irreparably lost, ruined, undone---I'll have you all hanged---I'll never forgive you. What! bound his grace! Ill-mannered brutes, to "misuse and" disturb a man of quality ; and in my house, too. Lurch. Carry him in, bind him to the couch in the bed-chamber, and if he is noisy gag him.

[Exit Sir John, guarded by Carbuncle. So, this is virtue indeed; virtue deserving a reward, to have power to do wrong and not use it; " 'tis be"ing chaste under temptation, that gives merit even "to saints.". -Well, gentlemen, preserve your honours as you have begun, and you'll all deserve statues. Now to our business; let one of us bind all the rest; do you mind me, about it then--for, harkee,

'tis absolutely necessary that this nobleman and all his followers should be found bound in their beds.

Vult. Admirable ! that will secure us from all suspicion; but if we bind one another, how will the last man be bound?

Lurch. Why you, Vultur, shall escape; you may be supposed well enough, like a drowsy footman, to be forgot in your litter; there's your excuse---but so soon as ever you have bound us, whip off your mask and your mantle, and unbind the knight. Let me see, 'tis now break of day; to business, to business, lads. [Exeunt,

SCENE III.

Sir JOHN's Bed-chamber. Sir JOHN bound to a couch.

Sir John. What---help---help---Thieves! Murder! Will nobody come near me? Well, well, if there's any virtue in hemp I'll have these rogues hanged. At such a time as this to disturb the tranquillity of his grace's slumbers, as I may so say. Ay, ay, I am bound fast enough. The condition of this obligation

Odso, Pumps

Enter VULTUR.

-how comest thou to escape, Pumps?

I am heartily glad to see thee in troth.

Vult. They left me snoaring in the garret, and ei

you suffer the old dog to cha:
tongue or knock his teeth
ounce of lead.

Carb. Furies and firebrands--
you old prig?

Sir John. I don't, dear Sir: A do not, I do not bam you---onlyhonours' good pleasures, I would in small civility---I have a man of qu and I would not for the world tha be disturbed.

Lurch. Thunder and lightning, Si gine we have any respect for a lord---1 secured his grace, he and all his equ to their good behaviour, I can tell yo

Sir John. Who? my Lord! What i his grace?---Irreparably lost, ruined. have you all hanged---I'll never forgiv bound his grace! Ill-mannered brute and" disturb a man of quality; and in

Lurch. Carry him in, bind him to t bed-chamber, and if he is noisy gag l [Exit Sir John, guarde? So, this is virtue indéed; virtue deser to have power to do wrong and not us ❝ing chaste under temptation, that g "to saints."- Well, gentlemen nours as you have begun, and tues. Now