_Cook._ I believe there's forty or fifty dogs tearing up the lettice and cabbage by the root. I believe before they have done, they'll rout up the whole garden. Mr. _Barn._ This is that rogue's doings. _Cook._ This was not all, Sir, for three or four of 'em came into the kitchen, and tore half the meat off the spit that was for your worship's supper. Mr. _Barn._ The very dogs plague me. _Cook._ And then there's a crew of hungry footmen who devour'd what the dogs left, so that there's not a bit left for your worship's supper, not a scrap, not one morsel, Sir. [_Exit ~Cook~._ Mr. _Barn._ Sure I shall hit on some way to get rid of this crew. +SCENE+ IV. _Enter ~Colin~._ _Col._ Sir, Sir, here's the devil to do without yonder; a parcel of fellows swear they'll have our venison, and s'blead I swear they shall have none on't, so stand to your arms, measter. Mr. _Barn._ Ay, you've done finely, rogue, rascal, have you not? [_Beating him._ _Col._ 'Sblead, I say they shan't have our venison. I'll die before I'll part with it. [_Exit._ _Enter ~Griffard~._ _Griff._ Brother, there's some gentlemen within ask for you. Mr. _Barn._ What gentlemen? who are they? _Griff._ The gentlemen that have been hunting all this morning, they're now gone up to your wife's chamber. Mr. _Barn._ The Devil go with 'em. _Griff._ There is but one way to get rid of this plague, and that is, as I told you before, to set your house on fire. Mr. _Barn._ That's doing myself an injury, not them. _Griff._ There's dogs, horses, masters and servants, all intend to stay here 'till to-morrow morning, that they may be near the woods to hunt the earlier--besides (I overheard them) they're in a kind of plot against you. Mr. _Barn._ What did they say? _Griff._ You'll be angry if I tell ye. Mr. _Barn._ Can I be more angry than I am? _Griff._ They said then that it was the greatest pleasure in the world to ruin an old lawyer in the country, who had got an estate by ruining honest people in town. Mr. _Barn._ There's rogues for ye! _Griff._ I'm mistaken if they don't play you some trick or other. Mr. _Barn._ Hold, let me consider. _Griff._ What are you doing? _Griff._ I'm _conceiving_, I shall _bring forth_ presently----oh, I have it, it comes from hence, wit was its father, and invention its mother; if I had thought on't sooner, I shou'd have been happy. _Griff._ What is it? Mr. _Barn._ Come, come along, I say; you must help me to put it in execution. +SCENE+ V. _Enter ~Lisetta~._ _Lis._ Sir, my mistress desires you to walk up, she is not able, by herself, to pay the civilities due to so much good company.