Lady _Head._ Pray, Sir _Francis_, don't snub her; she has a fine growing spirit, and if you check her so, you'll make her as dull as her brother there. Squire _Humph._ Indeed Mother, I think my sister is too forward. [_After drinking a long draught._ Miss _Betty._ You? you think I'm too forward? what have you to do to think, brother Heavy? you are too fat to think of any thing but your belly. Lady _Head._ Well said, Miss; he's none of your master, tho' he's your elder brother. _Enter ~George~._ _Geo._ Sir, I have no good opinion of this tawn, it's made up of mischief, I think. Sir _Fran._ Why, what's the matter now? _Geo._ I'se tell your worship; before we were gotten to the street-end, a great lugger-headed cart, with wheels as thick as a good brick wall, layd hawld of the coach, and has pood it aw to bits: an this be _London_, wo'd we were all weel i' th' country again. Miss _Betty._ What have you to do, Sir, to wish us all in the country again, lubber? I hope we shan't go into the country again these seven years, Mama, let twenty coaches be pull'd to pieces. Sir _Fran._ Hold your tongue, _Betty_. Was _Roger_ in no fault of this? _Geo._ No, Sir, nor I neither. Are you not asham'd, says _Roger_ to the carter, to do such an unkind thing to strangers? No, says he, you bumkin. Sir, he did the thing on very purpose, and so the folks said that stood by; but they said your worship need na be concerned, for you might have a law-suit with him when you pleas'd, that wou'd not cost you above a hundred pounds, and mayhap you might get the better of him. Sir _Fran._ I'll try what I can do with him, I'gad, I'll make such---- Squire _Humph._ Feather, have him before the parliament. Sir _Fran._ And so I will: I'll make him know who I am. Where does he live? _Geo._ I believe in _London_, Sir. Sir _Fran._ What's the villain's name? _Geo._ I think I heard somebody call him _Dick_. Sir _Fran._ Where did he go? _Geo._ Sir, he went home. Sir _Fran._ Where's that? _Geo._ By my troth I do naw knaw. I heard him say he had nothing more to do with us to-night, and so he'd go home and smoke a pipe. Lady _Head._ Come, Sir _Francis_, don't put yourself in a heat; accidents will happen to people in travelling abroad to see the world. Eat your supper heartily, go to bed, sleep quietly, and to-morrow see if you can buy a handsome second-hand coach for the present use, bespeak a new one, and then all's easy. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Colonel ~Courtly~._ _Col._ Who's that, _Deborah_? _Deb._ At your service, Sir. _Col._ What, do you keep open house here? I found the street door as wide as it could gape. _Deb._ Sir, we are all in a bustle, we have lodgers come to-night, the house full. _Col._ Where's your mistress?