_Char._ So my sister's honour being concern'd, and having a mind to win his _Lewis d'Or_, d'ye see----I bid him follow me, that he might see whether I came in or no--but he said he'd wait for me at the little garden gate that opens into the fields, and if I would come thro' the house and meet him there, he should know by that whether I had been in or no. _Mar._ Very well. _Char._ So I went there, open'd the gate and let him in-- _Mar._ What then? _Char._ Why then he paid me the _Lewis d'Or_, that's all. _Mar._ Why, that was honestly done. _Char._ And then he talk'd to me of you, and said you had the charmingest bubbies, and every time he nam'd 'em, ha! says he, as if he had been sipping hot tea. _Mar._ But was this all? _Char._ No, for he had a mind, you must know, to win his _Lewis d'Or_ back again; so he laid me another, that I dare not come back, and tell you that he was there; so cousin, I hope you won't let me lose, for if you don't go to him and tell him that I've won, he won't pay me. _Mar._ What, wou'd you have me go and speak to a man? _Char._ Not for any harm, but to win your poor cousin a _Lewis d'Or_. I'm sure you will--for you're a modest young woman, and may go without danger----Well, cousin, I'll swear you look very handsome to-day, and have the prettiest bubbies there; do let me feel 'em, I'll swear you must. _Mar._ What does the young rogue mean? I swear I'll have you whipt. [_Exeunt ~Charly~ and ~Mariamne~._ _Enter ~Colin~._ _Col._ Ha, ha, ha! our old gentleman's a wag efaith, he'll be even with 'em for all this, ha, ha, ha---- _Lis._ What's the matter? what does the fool laugh at? _Col._ We an't in our house now, _Lisetta_, we're in an inn: ha, ha! _Lis._ How in an inn? _Col._ Yes, in an inn, my measter has gotten an old rusty sword, and hung it up at our geat, and writ underneath with a piece of charcoal with his own fair hand, _At the_ Sword Royal; _entertainment for man and horse_: ha, ha---- _Lis._ What whim is this? _Col._ Thou, and I, live at the _Sword Royal_, ha, ha-- _Lis._ I'll go tell my mistress of her father's extravagance. [_Exit ~Lisetta~._ +SCENE+ VII. _Enter Mr. ~Barnard~ and ~Griffard~._ Mr. _Barn._ Ha, ha! yes I think this will do. Sirrah, _Colin_, you may now let in all the world; the more the better. _Colin._ Yes, Sir----Ods-flesh! we shall break all the inns in the country----For we have a brave handsome landlady, and a curious young lass to her daughter----O, here comes my young measter----We'll make him chamberlain----ha, ha---- _Enter ~Dorant~._ Mr. _Barn._ What's the matter, son? How comes it that you are all alone? You used to do me the favour to bring some of your friends along with ye. _Dor._ Sir, there are some of 'em coming; I only rid before, to beg you to give them a favourable reception.