Put to the horses, saw her safely coach'd,
And drove her—
Waiting-maid. By the straight high-road to Andover,
I guess—
Philip. Pray, warrant things within your knowledge,
Good Mistress Abigail; look to your dressings,
And leave the skill in horses to the coachman.
Butler. He'll have his humor; best not interrupt him.
Philip. 'Tis market-day, thought I; and the poor beasts,
Meeting such droves of cattle and of people,