SCENE II.—A view of the country.
Enter Label. L.
Label. So far safe; egad Gilbert’s advice was not altogether unnecessary, for I’ve had to keep up a running account for these five miles—eh—what a crowd of people are coming here.
Enter 1st. Villager. R.
why my friend, you seem in haste.
1st. Vil. Haste! yes, I would’n’t lose the sight for the world.
Label. Sight! what sight?
1st. Vil. What, don’t you know? (looks at him contemptuously,) then my service to you.
[Exit. L.
Label. This is highway politeness, and to a man of my profession—eh!—thank heaven, here comes one of the other sex—it’s hard if I don’t get an answer now.