_John Moody._ Noa, Sir, nor I, noather----are not yow asheam'd, says _Roger_ to the carter, to do such an unkind thing by strangers? Noa, says he, you Bumkin. Sir, he did the thing on very purpose! and so the folks said that stood by--Very well, says _Roger_, yow shall see what our Meyster will say to ye! Your Meyster? says he; your Meyster may kiss my--and so he clapt his hand just there, and like your Worship. Flesh! I thought they had better breeding in this tawn. Sir _Fran._ I'll teach this rascal some, I'll warrant him! Odsbud! if I take him in hand, I'll play the Devil with him. Squ. _Rich._ Ay do, Feyther; have him before the Parliament. Sir _Fran._ Odsbud! and so I will----I will make him know who I am! Where does he live? _John Moody._ I believe, in _London_, Sir. Sir _Fran._ What's the Rascal's name! _John Moody._ I think I heard somebody call him _Dick_. Squ. _Rich._ What, my name! Sir _Fran._ Where did he go? _John Moody._ Sir, he went home. Sir _Fran._ Where's that? _John Moody._ By my troth, Sir, I doan't know! I heard him say he would cross the same street again to-morrow; and if we had a mind to stand in his way, he wou'd pool us over and over again. Sir _Fran._ Will he so! Odszooks! get me a Constable. Lady _Wrong._ Pooh! get you a good supper. Come, Sir _Francis_, don't put yourself in a heat for what can't be helpt. Accidents will happen to people that travel abroad to see the world----For my part, I think it's a mercy it was not overturn'd before we were all out on't. Sir _Fran._ Why ay, that's true again, my Dear. Lady _Wrong._ Therefore see to-morrow if we can buy one at second-hand, for present use; so bespeak a new one, and then all's easy. _John Moody._ Why troth, Sir, I doan't think this could have held you above a day longer. Sir _Fran._ D'ye think so, _John_? _John Moody._ Why you ha' had it, ever since your Worship were High Sheriff. Sir _Fran._ Why then go and see what _Doll_ has got us for supper--and come and get off my boots. [_Exit Sir ~Fran~._ Lady _Wrong._ In the mean time, Miss, do you step to _Handy_, and bid her get me some fresh night-clothes. [_Exit Lady ~Wrong~._ _Jenny._ Yes, Mamma, and some for myself too. [_Exit ~Jenny~._ Squ. _Rich._ Ods-flesh! and what mun I do all alone? I'll e'en seek out where t'other pretty Miss is, And she and I'll go play at cards for kisses. [_Exit._ +ACT+ III. +SCENE+ I. +SCENE+, _the Lord_ Townly's _House_. _Enter Lord ~Townly~, a Servant attending._ Lord _Town._ Who's there! _Serv._ My Lord. Lord _Town._ Bid them get dinner----Lady _Grace_, your Servant. _Enter Lady ~Grace~._ Lady _Grace._ What, is the house up already? My Lady is not drest yet!