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.

Sir John. Gentlemen-for heaven's sake, gentlemen- 'tis 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 or knock his teeth down his throat with an

tongue

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, préserve your ho nours 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

Enter VULTUR.

Odso, Pumps-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

ther they did not see or regard me— -Pray let me assist your worship.

Sir John. Would I had lain in the garret too---But nothing afflicts me so much, honest Geometrical, as the affront in binding his grace. Ah, that cuts my heart. [Vultur loosing Sir John.] So, so; very well, very well. How shall I approach my Lord? I am not able to look him in the face.

Enter LURCHER, with his hands bound, as from his chamber.

Lurch. Who's there?

Sir John. Good-morrow to your grace.

Lurch. Good-morrow, Sir John; I would give you my hand, but I can't command it. I suppose, Sir, this is the courtesy of the country.

[Sir John unbinds him. Sir John. Alas, alas, this grieves me more than all, to see your grace thus uncourteously used.

Lurch. Can you guess who they may be, Sir John? Sir John. I don't know, an' it please your grace....but sure they were the most ungentleman-likė thieves

Lurch. These fellows were some who know and use your house, I warrant.

Sir John. Very like, very like! Well, well, this comes of keeping open house.

Lurch. I made myself known to one of them, and gave him my honour I would not discover him. Sir John. You did, my Lord?

Lurch. Yes; and do you think the insolent slave would trust me upon my word?

Sir John. He would not?

Lurch. No, faith, he asked my pardon; he told me lords' promises were mortal, and commonly died in the birth, or soon after.

Sir John. Insupportable villains! "How terribly ❝ they belched out oaths, my Lord! Did you observe "the whiskers of the red-nosed fellow?

"Lurch. Ay, very well; they were loaded with gunpowder instead of snuff; I expected every mo"ment to see them take fire at his red nose, and blow "his head off his shoulders.

"Sir John. Ha, ha! your grace is pleasant.

"Lurch. To be plain, I fear you fared the worse "for me; they had certainly some notice of my be"ing here.

"Sir John. Ah, my good Lord Duke! I am sure 66 your grace fared the worse. Does not your "grace feel a little oddly about the brawn of your " wrist?

"Lurch. Yes, Sir, a sort of numbness-the ligament, Sir John, stopped the circulation.

"Sir John. Confound them! if I meet with the "rascals, it will be my turn, my lord, to stop the "circulation."

Vult. I am sorry your grace has lost