_Lis._ Yes indeed, Sir, for she expected they wou'd have staid here a fortnight, but it seems things happen so unluckily that they can't stay here above ten days. Mr. _Barn._ Ten days! How! what! four persons with a coach and six, and a kennel of hungry hounds in liveries, to live upon me ten days. [_Exit ~Lisetta~._ _Enter a soldier._ So, what do you want? _Sol._ Sir, I come from your nephew, Captain _Hungry_. Mr. _Barn._ Well, what does he want? _Sol._ He gives his service to you, Sir, and sends you word that he'll come and dine with you to-morrow. Mr. _Barn._ Dine with me! no, no, friend, tell him I don't dine at all to-morrow, it is my fast-day, my wife died on't. _Sol._ And he has sent you here a pheasant and a couple of partridges. Mr. _Barn._ How's that, a pheasant and partridges, say you?----let's see----very fine birds, truly----let me consider--To-morrow is not my fast-day, I mistook, tell my nephew he shall be welcome----And d'ye hear? [_To ~Colin~._] do you take these fowls and hang them up in a cool place----and take this soldier in, and make him drink--make him drink, d'ye see----a cup,----ay, a cup of small beer----d'ye hear? _Col._ Yes, Sir----Come along; our small beer is reare good. _Sol._ But, Sir, he bade me tell you that he'll bring two or three of his brother officers along with him. Mr. _Barn._ How's that! Officers with him----here, come back----take the fowls again; I don't dine to-morrow, and so tell him [_Gives him the basket._] Go, go. [_Thrusts him out._ _Sol._ Sir, Sir, that won't hinder them from coming, for they retir'd a little distance off the camp, and because your house is near 'em, Sir, they resolve to come. Mr. _Barn._ Go, begone, Sirrah, [_Thrusts him out._ There's a rogue now, that sends me three lean carrion birds, and brings half a dozen varlets to eat them. _Enter Mr. ~Griffard~._ _Griff._ Brother, what is the meaning of these doings? If you don't order your affairs better, you'll have your fowls taken out of your very yard, and carried away before your face. Mr. _Barn._ Can I help it, brother? But what's the matter now? _Griff._ There's a parcel of fellows have been hunting about your grounds all this morning, broke down your hedges, and are now coming into your house----don't you hear them? Mr. _Barn._ No, no, I don't hear them: who are they? _Griff._ Three or four rake-helly officers, with your nephew at the head of 'em. Mr. _Barn._ O the rogue! he might well send me fowls----but is it not a vexatious thing, that I must stand still and see myself plunder'd at this rate, and have a carrion of a wife who thinks I ought to thank all these rogues that come to devour me! but can't you advise me what's to be done in this case?