Sol. It is not the Count: it's only Baron Steinfort. Stand back, I say; and stop the music!
Enter Baron Steinfort, ushered in by Peter and Footmen. Peter mimicks and apes his father.
Sol. I have the honour to introduce to your lordship myself, Mr. Solomon, who blesses the hour in which fortune allows him to become acquainted with the Honourable Baron Steinfort, brother-in-law of his Right Honourable Excellency Count Wintersen, my noble master.
Pet. Bless our noble master!
Bar. Old and young, I see they'll allow me no peace. [Aside.] Enough, enough, good Mr. Solomon. I am a soldier. I pay but few compliments, and require as few from others.
Sol. I beg, my lord—We do live in the country to be sure, but we are acquainted with the reverence due to exalted personages.
Pet. Yes—We are acquainted with exalted personages.
Bar. What is to become of me?—Well, well, I hope we shall be better acquainted. You must know, Mr. Solomon, I intend to assist, for a couple of months at least, in attacking the well stocked cellars of Wintersen.
Sol. Why not whole years, my lord?—Inexpressible would be the satisfaction of your humble servant. And, though I say it, well stocked indeed are our cellars. I have, in every respect, here managed matters in so frugal and provident a way, that his Right Honourable Excellency the Count, will be astonished. [Baron yawns.] Extremely sorry it is not in my power to entertain your lordship.
Pet. Extremely sorry.