Georgiana and Sir Tristram.
Oh!
The Dean.
[Raising his eyes, sees Sir Tristram and Georgiana, and recoils with a groan, sinking on to a chair.] Oh!
Noah.
Oop you get!
Sir Tristram.
No, no, stay! I am the owner of the horse stabled at the Deanery. I make no charge against this wretched person. [To The Dean.] Oh man, man!
The Dean.
I was discovered administering to a suffering beast a simple remedy for chills. I am an unfortunate creature. Do with me what you will.