Mr. _Barn._ Rot the world----'Twill say worse of me when I'm in a jail. Mrs. _Barn._ A very Christian-like saying, truly. Mr. _Barn._ Don't tell me of Christian----Adsbud, I'll turn Jew, and nobody shall eat at my table that is not circumcised. _Enter ~Lisetta~._ _Lis._ Madam, there's the Dutchess of _Twangdillo_ just fell down near our door, her coach was overturn'd. Mrs. _Barn._ I hope her Grace has received no hurt. _Lis._ No, Madam, but her coach is broke. Mr. _Barn._ Then there's a smith in town may mend it. _Lis._ They say, 'twill require two or three days to fit it up again. Mrs. _Barn._ I'm glad on't with all my heart, for then I shall enjoy the pleasure of her Grace's good company.----I'll wait upon her. Mr. _Barn._ Very fine doings this! [_Exeunt severally._ +ACT+ II. +SCENE+ I. _Enter ~Mr.~ Barnard._ Heaven be now my comfort, for my house is hell: [_Starts._] Who's there, what do you want? who are you? _Enter servant with a portmanteau._ _Serv._ Sir, here's your cousin _Janno_ and cousin _Mawkin_ come from _Paris_. Mr. _Barn._ What a plague do they want? _Enter ~Janno~ leading in ~Mawkin~._ _Jan._ Come, sister, come along----O here's cousin _Barnard_----Cousin _Barnard_, your servant----Here's my sister _Mawkin_ and I are come to see you. _Mawk._ Ay, cousin, here's brother _Janno_ and I are come from _Paris_ to see you: pray how does cousin _Mariamne_ do? _Jan._ My sister and I waunt well at _Paris_; so my father sent us here for two or three weeks to take a little country air. Mr. _Barn._ You cou'd not come to a worse place; for this is the worst air in the whole county. _Mawk._ Nay, I'm sure, my father says it is the best. Mr. _Barn._ Your father's a fool; I tell ye, 'tis the worst. _Jan._ Nay, cousin, I fancy you're mistaken now; for I begin to find my stomach come to me already; in a fortnight's time you shall see how I'll lay about me. Mr. _Barn._ I don't at all doubt it. _Mawk._ Father wou'd have sent sister _Flip._ and little brother _Humphrey_, but the calash would not hold us all, and so they don't come till to-morrow with mother. _Jan._ Come, sister, let's put up our things in our chamber; and after you have washed my face, and put me on a clean neckcloth, we'll go in and see how our cousins do. _Mawk._ Ay, come along, we'll go and see cousin _Mariamne_. _Jan._ Cousin, we shan't give you much trouble, one bed will serve us; for sister _Mawkin_ and I always lie together. _Mawk._ But, cousin; mother prays you that you'd order a little cock-broth for brother _Janno_ and I, to be got ready as soon as may be. _Jan._ Ay, _a propos_, cousin _Barnard_, that's true; my mother desires, that we may have some cock-broth to drink two or three times a-day between meals, for my sister and I are sick folks.