_Jane._ Here, coachman, drive up my lady's chariot, nearer to our door. [_Calls off._] Charott! If she'd take me with her, la! how all the folks will stare. [_Aside._] Madam, though the roads are so very dusty, I'll walk all the way on foot to your ladyship's house--ay, though I should spoil my bran new petticoat. _Lady Am._ Rather than sully thy garment, thou shalt be seated by me. Friend, be cheerful; thine and thy sister's sorrows shall be but an April shower. _Jane._ Oh, your ladyship!--Ecod, if I didn't think so--[_Aside._] _Enter_ SIM. Here, you Sim, order the charott for us. _Sim._ Us! Come, come, Jane, I've the little tilt cart to carry you. _Jane._ Cart! [_Exeunt severally._ SCENE II. _Before an Inn._ _Enter_ ROVER _and_ WAITER. _Rover._ Hillo! friend, when does the coach set out for London? _Waiter._ In about an hour, sir. _Rover._ Has the Winchester coach passed? _Waiter._ No, sir. [_Exit._ _Rover._ That's lucky! Then my trunk is here still. Go I will not. Since I've lost the fellowship of my friend Dick, I'll travel no more, I'll try a London audience, who knows but I may get an engagement. This celestial lady quaker! She must be rich, and ridiculous for such a poor dog as I am, even to think of her. How Dick would laugh at me if he knew--I dare say by this she has released my kind host from the gripe--I should like to be certain, though. _Enter_ LANDLORD. _Land._ You'll dine here, sir? I'm honest Bob Johnstone; kept the Sun these twenty years. Excellent dinner on table at two. _Rover._ "Yet my love indeed is appetite; I'm as hungry as the sea, and can digest as much." _Land._ Then you won't do for my shilling ordinary, sir; there's a very good ordinary at the Saracen's head, at the end of the town. Shou'dn't have thought indeed, hungry foot travellers to eat like----coming, sir. [_Exit._ _Rover._ I'll not join this company at Winchester. I will take a touch at a London theatre. The public there are candid and generous, and before my merit can have time to create enemies, I'll save money, and,--"a fig for the Sultan and Sophy." _Enter_ JANE, _at the back, and_ SIM, _watching her_. _Jane._ Ay, that's he! _Rover._ But if I fail, by Heaven I'll overwhelm the manager, his empire, and--"himself in one prodigious ruin." _Jane._ Ruin! Oh Lord! [_Runs back._] _Sim._ What can you expect, when you follow young men? I've dodg'd you all the way. _Jane._ Well! wasn't I sent? _Sim._ Oh yes, you were sent--very likely. Who sent you? _Jane._ It was--I won't tell it's my lady, 'cause she bid me not. [_Aside._] _Sim._ I'll keep you from sheame--a fine life I should have in the parish, rare fleering, if a sister of moine should stand some Sunday at church in a white sheet, and to all their flouts what could I say?