_Tat._ Pray, good my lady, be not so out of humour; but there is a company of rogues have set upon our servants and the burial man's, while others ran away with the corpse. _Wid._ How, what can this mean? What can they do with it?--Well, 'twill save the charge of interment--But to what end? _Enter_ TRUSTY _and a_ SERVANT, _bloody and dirty, haling in_ CLUMP _and_ BUMPKIN. _Ser._ I'll teach you better manners; I'll poor soldier you, you dog you, I will. Madam, here are two of the rascals that were in the gang of rogues that carried away the corpse. _Wid._ We'll examine 'em apart. Well, sirrah, what are you? Whence came you? What's your name, sirrah? [CLUMP _makes signs as a dumb man._ _Ser._ Oh, you dog, you could speak loud enough just now, sirrah, when your brother rogues mauled Mr. Sable. We'll make you speak, sirrah. _Wid._ Bring the other fellow hither. I suppose you will own you knew that man before you saw him at my door? _Clump._ I think I have seen the gentleman's face. [_Bowing to_ BUMPKIN. _Wid._ The gentleman's! The villain mocks me. But friend, you look like an honest man--what are you? Whence came you? What are you, friend? _Bump._ I'se at present but a private gentleman, but I was lifted to be a sergeant in my Lord Hardy's Company. I'se not ashamed of my name nor of my koptin. _Wid._ Leave the room all. [_Exeunt all but_ TRUSTY _and_ TATTLEAID.] Mr. Trusty--Lord Hardy! O, that impious young man, thus, with the sacrilegious hands of ruffians to divert his father's ashes from their urn and rest--I suspect this fellow [_Aside._]--Mr. Trusty, I must desire you to be still near me. I'll know the bottom of this; and to Lord Hardy's lodgings as I am, instantly. 'Tis but the back side of this street, I think. Let a coach be called.--Tattleaid, as soon as I am gone, conduct my brother and his friends to Lady Sharlot. Away with her. Bring mademoiselle away to me, that she may not be a witness.--Come, good Mr. Trusty. SCENE IV.--LORD HARDY'S _Lodgings._ _Enter_ LORD HARDY, _leading_ HARRIOT; CAMPLEY, _and_ TRIM. _L. Ha._ Why, then I find this Mr. Trim is a perfect general; but I assure you, sir, I'll never allow you an hero, who could leave your mistress behind you. You should have broke the house down, but you should have mademoiselle with you. _Trim._ No, really, madam, I have seen such strange fears come into the men's heads, and such strange resolutions into the women's upon the occasion of ladies following a camp, that I thought it more discreet to leave her behind me. My success will naturally touch her as much as if she were here. _L. Ha._ A good, intelligent, arch fellow this [_Aside._]--But were not you saying, my lord, you believed Lady Brumpton would follow hither? If so, pray let me be gone.