_James._ Yes, Sir, he has taken 'em. Unc. _Rich._ Oh John! how dost do, honest John? I am glad to see thee with all my heart. _John Moody._ I humbly thank your worship. I'm staut still, and a faithful awd servant to th' family. Heaven prosper aw that belong to't. Unc. _Rich._ What, they are all upon the road? _John Moody._ As mony as the awd coach wou'd hauld, Sir: the Lord send 'em well to tawn. Unc. _Rich._ And well out on't again, John, ha! _John Moody._ Ah, Sir! you are a wise man, so am I: home's home, I say. I wish we get any good here. I's sure we got little upo' the road. Some mischief or other aw the day long. Slap goes one thing, crack goes another; my Lady cries out for driving fast: The awd cattle are for going slow; _Roger_ whips, they stand still and kick; nothing but a sort of a contradiction aw the journey long. My Lady wou'd gladly have been here last night, Sir, tho' there was no lodging got; but her Ladyship said, she did naw care for that, she'd lie in the inn where the horses stood, as long as it was in London. Unc. _Rich._ These ladies, these ladies, _John_---- _John Moody._ Ah, Sir, I have seen a little of 'em, tho' not so much as my betters. Your worship is naw married yet? Unc. _Rich._ No, _John_ no; I am an old batchelor still. _John Moody._ Heav'ns bless you and preserve you, Sir. Unc. _Rich._ I think you have lost your good woman, John! _John Moody._ No, sir, that I have not; _Bridget_ sticks to me still, Sir, she was for coming to _London_ too, but, no, says I, there may be mischief enough done without you. Unc. _Rich._ Why that was bravely spoken, _John_, and like a man. _John Moody._ Sir, were my measter but haf the mon that I am, Gadswookers----tho' he'll speak stautly too sometimes, but then he canno hawd it; no, he canno hawd it. _Enter Maid._ _Maid._ Mr. _Moody_, Mr. _Moody_, here's the coach come. _John Moody._ Already? no, sure. _Maid._ Yes, yes, it's at the door, they are getting out; my mistress is run to receive them. _John Moody._ And so will I as in duty bound. [_Exeunt ~John~ and maid._ Unc. _Rich._ And I will stay here, not being in duty bound to do the honours of this house. _Enter Sir ~Francis~, Lady, 'Squire ~Humphry~, Mrs. ~Betty~, Mrs. ~Handy~, ~Doll Tripe~, ~John Moody~, and Mrs. ~Motherly~._ Lady _Head._ Do you hear, _Moody_, let all the things be first laid down here, and then carried where they'll be used. _John Moody._ They shall, an't please your ladyship. Lady _Head._ What, my uncle _Richard_ here to receive us! this is kind indeed: Sir, I am extremely glad to see you. Unc. _Rich._ Niece, your servant. [_Salutes her._] I am extremely sorry to see you, in the worst place I know in the world for a good woman to grow better in. Nephew, I am your servant too; but I don't know how to bid you welcome. Sir _Fran._ I am sorry for that, Sir.