_Baron._ I'm sorry, Madam, I can't accept of the honour----for it falls out so unluckily, that I've some ladies at my house that I can't possibly leave. _Marq._ No matter, no matter, Baron; you have ladies at your house, we have ladies at our house--let's join companies----come, let's send for them immediately; the more the merrier. Mr. _Barn._ An admirable expedient, truly! _Baron._ Well, since it must be so, I'll go for them myself. _Marq._ Make haste, dear Baron, for we shall be impatient for your return. _Baron._ Madam, your most humble servant----But I won't take my leave of you----I shall be back again immediately----Monsieur _Barnard_, I'm your most humble servant; since you will have it so, I'll return as soon as possible. Mr. _Barn._ I have it so! 'sbud, Sir, you may stay as long as you please; I'm in no haste for ye. [_Exeunt Baron and Marquis._ Mr. _Barn._ Madam, you are the cause that I am not master of my own house. Mrs. _Barn._ Will you never learn to be reasonable, husband? _The Marquis returns._ _Marq._ The Baron is the best humour'd man in the world, only a little too ceremonious, that's all----I love to be free and generous; since I came to _Paris_ I've reform'd half the court. Mrs. _Barn._ You are of the most agreeable humour in the world, _Marquis_. _Marq._ Always merry----But what have you done with the ladies? Mrs. _Barn._ I left them at cards. _Marq._ Well, I'll wait upon 'em----but, Madam, let me desire you not to put yourself to any extraordinary expence upon our accounts----You must consider we have more than one day to live together. Mrs. _Barn._ You are pleased to be merry, Marquis. _Marq._ Treat us without ceremony; good wine and poultry you have of your own; wild-fowl and fish are brought to your door----You need not send abroad for any thing but a piece of butcher's meat, or so----Let us have no extraordinaries. [_Exit._ Mr. _Barn._ If I had the feeding of you, a thunder bolt should be your supper. Mrs. _Barn._ Husband, will you never change your humour? If you go on at this rate, it will be impossible to live with ye. Mr. _Barn._ Very true; for in a little time I shall have nothing to live upon. Mrs. _Barn._ Do you know what a ridiculous figure you make? Mr. _Barn._ You'll make a great deal worse, when you han't money enough to pay for the washing of your shifts. Mrs. _Barn._ It seems you married me only to dishonour me; how horrible this is! Mr. _Barn._ I tell ye, you'll ruin me. Do you know how much money you spend in a year? Mrs. _Barn._ Not I truly, I don't understand arithmetic. Mr. _Barn._ Arithmetic, O lud! O lud! Is it so hard to comprehend, that he who receives but sixpence and spends a shilling, must be ruin'd in the end? Mrs. _Barn._ I never troubled my head with accompts, nor never will; but if you did but know what ridiculous things the world says of ye----