The City Bride | Page 8

next Turning has a most convenient Hollow for the Purpose, and there I'll make her sure. Now Luck, or never.
[Exit after Arabella.
Reenter Arabella, and Summerfield after her.
Ara. I'm at a stand already, and know not where I am.
Sum. I'll direct you, Madam; Well overtaken.
Ara. Bless me, Sir; What are you?
Sum. A Man.
Ara. An honest Man, I hope?
Sum. Yes faith in some Respects, I'm very honest, but not altogether so; I were not fit to live in the World if I were too honest, Child.
Ara. Alas! then I begin to fear: Pray tell me what you are?
Sum. Why, faith, an honest Thief.
Ara. How, honest, and yet a Thief? I never heard they were of Kin before; Pray, Heaven, I find it now.
Sum. Indeed! a very honest Thief.
Ara. Well, Sir, since that's your Title, pray use me kindly: Nay, I'm sure you will, there's something in your Looks which speaks you mild and noble.
Sum. Yes, I am a Gentleman, and you shall find me so; for I'll not offer you the least shew of Violence, or offer to corrupt your Chastity; th? indeed you are tempting Fair, and might inflame a colder Heart than mine: Yet Ravishing's no part of my Profession as yet; or if it were, you look so charming Innocent, you wou'd disarm my wildest Thoughts.
Ara. Blessings on your Goodness!
Sum. Are you a Maid, or Wife?
Ara. I am both, Sir.
Sum. Then this it seems is your Wedding-day, and these the Hours of Interim that keep you in that double State?
Ara. Indeed you are in the right.
Sum. Come then, I'll be brief, and hinder not your desired Hymen. You have some superfluous Toys I see about you, which you must deliver; I mean, that Chain of Gold and Pearl about your Neck, and those pretty Bracelets about your Arms, (pray, Heaven, they prove not Emblems of the combined Hemp which is to halter mine); come, Madam, pray deliver 'em.
Ara. Nay, I intreat you, Sir, to take 'em, for I cannot give 'em, they are lock'd you see, and truly I have not the Key about me; it may be you are furnish'd with Instruments that may unloose 'em, I pray do.
Sum. No faith, Madam, I'm but a Beginner in this same Business, and am wholly unprovided of any Pick-lock Tools besides this Sword.
[Draws his Sword.
Ara. O, good Sir, do not shew me that, 'tis too frightful; pray hurt me not, for I do yield them freely: Use your Hands, perhaps their strength will serve to tear 'em from me without more ado. Some Pain I'll quietly endure, provide you do not hurt me much.
Sum. Alas, dear Lady, I'll use you as gently as I can upon my Word; but 'tis devilish strong.--If I hurt you, pray speak.
[He endeavours to break the Chain about her Neck.]
Ara. Not much, Sir.
Sum. I am glad on't,--S'death, I can't do it.
[She draws his Sword, and stands upon her Guard.
Ara. No Sir, nor shall not now: You a Highway-man and guard your self no better: Come, Sir, what Money have you? Deliver quickly.
Sum. Not a Cross by this foolish Hand of mine!
Ara. How, no Money, 'twere pity then to take this from thee; Here, take it again, I know you'l use me ne're the worse for what I have done.
[Gives him his Sword again.]
Sum. No, by my Life!
Ara. I do believe you; and now pray hear me--Here on my Knees, in sight of Heaven, I make this solemn Protestation, That if you'l but forbear the Rifling of this Chain and Bracelets, and go but with me Home, by all the Vows which I this Day have plighted to my dearest Husband, I will deliver you in Money the full Value of these I wear, and cannot for my Life get off.
Sum. Ha! Ready-money is the Prize I look for; it passes without suspicion every where, when Chains and Jewels are often stop'd and call'd for before the Magistrate: But----
Ara. Nay never doubt! You saw I gave you my Advantage up, and questioned not my safety at your hands, pray fear not yours in mine.
Sum. I know not what to do.
Ara. Pray tell me, Sir, did you ever think a Woman true?
Sum. I have heard of some, but very few.
Ara. Will you add one more to your belief?
Sum. I think I may, for they were fewer than the Articles of my Faith, therefore I have room for you, and will believe you--Yet stay, you say you'l ransom your jewels with Ready-money when you come Home; so you may, and then discover me.
Ara. Shall I repeat the Vows I made?
Sum. No, for I'll trust you; and if you do betray me, then Mercy upon me, and Farewel. I knew a Gentleman that had been a Courtier at Whitehall fifteen Years, and he was buried e're he took a