_Mawk._ And some young chickens, too, the doctor said would bring us to our stomachs very soon. _Jan._ You fib now, sister, it waunt young chickens, so it waunt, it was plump partridges sure, the doctor said so. _Mawk._ Ay, so it was brother,--come, let's go in, and see our cousins. _Jan._ Ay, come along, sister--cousin _Barnard_, don't forget the cock-broth. [_Exeunt ~Janno~ and ~Mawkin~._ Mr. _Barn._ What the Devil does all this mean----mother, and sister _Flip._, and little brother _Humphrey_, and chickens, and partridges, and cock-broth, and fire from hell to dress 'em all. +SCENE+ II. _Enter ~Colin~._ _Col._ O measter, O measter----you'll not chide to-day, as you are usen to do, no marry will you not; see now what it is to be wiser than one's measter. Mr. _Barn._ What wou'd this fool have? _Col._ Why thanks and money to boot, an folk were grateful. Mr. _Barn._ What's the matter? _Col._ Why the matter is, if you have good store of company in your house, you have good store of meat to put in their bellies. Mr. _Barn._ How so? how so? _Col._ Why a large and stately stag, with a pair of horns on his head, heavens bless you, your worship might be seen to wear 'em, comes towards our Geat a puffing and blawing like a cow in hard labour----Now says I to myself, says I, if my measter refuse to let this fine youth come in, why then he's a fool, d'ye see--So I opens him the geat, pulls off my hat with both my honds, and said you're welcome, kind Sir, to our house. Mr. _Barn._ Well, well! _Col._ Well, well, ay, and so it is well, as you shall straightway find----So in he trots, and makes directly towards our barn, and goes bounce, bounce, against the door, as boldly as if he had been measter on't----he turns'en about and thwacks'n down in the stra, as who would say, here will I lay me till to-morrow morning--But he had no fool to deal with----for to the kitchen goes I, and takes me down a musquet, and with a breace of balls, I hits'n such a slap in the feace, that he ne'er spoke a word more to me----Have I done well or no measter? Mr. _Barn._ Yes, you have done very well for once. _Col._ But this was not all, for a parcel of dogs came yelping after their companion, as I suppose; so I goes to the back yard-door, and as many as came by, shu, says I, and drove them into the gearden, so there they are as safe as in a pawnd----ha, ha,----but I can but think what a power of pasties we shall have at our house, ha, ha. [_Exit ~Colin~._ Mr. _Barn._ I see Providence takes some care of me: this cou'd never have happened in a better time. +SCENE+ III. _Enter ~Cook~._ _Cook._ Sir, sir, in the name of wonder, what do you mean? is it by your orders that all those dogs were let into the garden? Mr. _Barn._ How!