_Col._ Hold, Sir, I'd rather see you angry than her, that's true; for when you're angry you have only the devil in ye, but when Madam's in a passion she has the devil and his dam both in her belly. Mr. _Barn._ You must mind what I say to you, sirrah, and obey my orders. _Col._ Ay, ay, Measter----but let's not quarrel with one another--you're always in such a plaguy humour. Mr. _Barn._ What are these people that are just come? _Col._ Nay, that know not I----but as fine volk they are as ever eye beheld, heaven bless 'em. Mr. _Barn._ Did you hear their names? _Col._ Noa, noa, but in a coach they keam all besmeared with gould, with six breave horses, the like on 'em ne'er did I set eyes on----'twou'd do a man's heart good to look on sike fine beast, Measter. Mr. _Barn._ How many persons are there? _Col._ Vour----two as fine men as ever women bore, and two as dainty deames as a man wou'd desire to lay his lips to. Mr. _Barn._ And all this crew sets up at my house. _Col._ Noa, noa, Measter, the coachman is gone into the village to set up his coach at some inn, for I told him our coach-house was vull of vaggots, but he'll bring back the six horses, for I told him we had a rear good stable. Mr. _Barn._ Did you so, rascal? Did you so? [_Beats him._ _Col._ Doant, doant, Sir, it wou'd do you good to see sike cattle, i'faith they look as if they had ne'er kept Lent. Mr. _Barn._ Then they shall learn religion at my house----Sirrah, do you take care they sup without oats to-night----What will become of me? Since I bought this damn'd country house, I spend more in a summer than wou'd maintain me seven years. _Col._ Why, if you do spend money, han't you good things for it? Come they not to see you the whole country raund? Mind how you're belov'd, Measter. Mr. _Barn._ Pox take such love----How now, what do you want? _Enter ~Lisetta~._ _Lis._ Sir, there's some company in the garden with my mistress, who desire to see you. Mr. _Barn._ The devil take 'em, what business have they here? But who are they? _Lis._ Why, Sir, there's the fat Abbot that always sits so long at dinner, and drinks his two bottles by way of whet. Mr. _Barn._ I wish his church was in his belly, that his guts might be half full before he came----and who else? _Lis._ Then there's the young Marquis that won all my Lady's money at cards. Mr. _Barn._ Pox take him too. _Lis._ Then there's the merry Lady that's always in a good humour. Mr. _Barn._ Very well. _Lis._ Then there's she that threw down all my Lady's china t'other day, and laugh'd at it for a jest. Mr. _Barn._ Which I paid above fifty pounds for in earnest--very well, and pray how did Madam receive all this fine company?----With a hearty welcome, and a courtsy with her bum down to the ground, ha. _Lis._ No indeed, Sir, she was very angry with 'em. Mr. _Barn._ How, angry with 'em, say you?