_Col._ Sir, Sir, yonder's the Baron _de Messy_ has lost his hawk in our garden; he says it is pearch'd upon one of the trees; may we let him have'n again, Sir? Mr. _Barn._ Go tell him that---- _Col._ Nay, you may tell him yourself, for here he comes. +SCENE+ IV. _Enter the Baron ~de Messy~._ Sir, I'm your most humble Servant, and ask you a thousand pardons that I should live so long in your neighbourhood, and come upon such an occasion as this to pay you my first respects. Mr. _Barn._ It is very well, Sir; but I think people may be very good neighbours without visiting one another. _Baron._ Pray how do you like our _country_? Mr. _Barn._ Not at all, I'm quite tired on't. _Marq._ Is it not the Baron? [_Aside._] it is certainly he. _Baron._ How; my dear Marquis! let me embrace you. _Marq._ My dear Baron, let me kiss you. [_They run and embrace._ _Baron._ We have not seen one another since we were school-fellows, before. _Marq._ The happiest _Rencontré_! _Bro._ These gentlemen seem to be very well acquainted. Mr. _Barn._ Yes, but I know neither one nor t'other of them. _Marq._ Baron, let me present to you one of the best-natur'd men in the world, Mr. _Barnard_ here, the flower of hospitality----I congratulate you upon having so good a neighbour. Mr. _Barn._ Sir! _Baron._ It is an advantage I am proud of. Mr. _Barn._ Sir! _Marq._ Come, gentlemen, you must be very intimate; let me have the honour of bringing you better acquainted. Mr. _Barn._ Sir! _Baron._ Dear Marquis, I shall take it as a favour, if you'll do me that honour. Mr. _Barn._ Sir! _Marq._ With all my heart----Come, Baron, now you are here we can make up the most agreeable company in the world----Faith you shall stay and pass a few days with us. Mr. _Barn._ Methinks now, this son of a whore does the honour of my house to a miracle. _Baron._ I don't know what to say, but I shou'd be very glad you'd excuse me. _Marq._ Faith, I can't. _Baron._ Dear Marquis. _Marq._ Egad I won't. _Baron._ Well, since it must be so----But here comes the Lady of the family. _Enter Mrs. ~Barnard~._ _Marq._ Madam, let me present you to the flower of _France_. _Baron._ Madam, I shall think myself the happiest person in the world in your Ladyship's acquaintance; and the little estate I have in _this country_ I esteem more than all the rest, because it lies so near your Ladyship. Mrs. _Barn._ Sir, your most humble servant. _Marq._ Madam, the Baron _de Messy_ is the best humour'd man in the world. I've prevail'd with him to give us his company a few days. Mrs. _Barn._ I'm sure you could not oblige Mr. _Barnard_ or me more. Mr. _Barn._ That's a damn'd lye, I'm sure. [_Aside._