Inkle. Well, sir, at noon——
Plant. I'll meet you—but remember, young gentleman, you must get her off your hands—you must, indeed.—I shall have her a bargain, I see that—your servant!—Zounds, how late it is—but never be put out of your way for a woman—I must run—my wife will play the devil with me for keeping breakfast.
[Exit.
Inkle. Trudge.
Trudge. Sir!
Inkle. Have you provided a proper apartment?
Trudge. Yes, sir, at the Crown here; a neat, spruce room they tell me. You have not seen such a convenient lodging this good while, I believe.
Inkle. Are there no better inns in the town?
Trudge. Um——Why there is the Lion, I hear, and the Bear, and the Boar—but we saw them at the door of all our late lodgings, and found but bad accommodations within, sir.
Inkle. Well, run to the end of the quay, and conduct Yarico hither. The road is straight before you: you can't miss it.