Mary. You will return, then, sir?
Pereg. Speedily. Rely on me.
Mary. I shall, sir;—I am sure I may. Heaven bless you, sir!
Mrs. Brul. This way, miss; this way!
[Courtesying.
[Exeunt Mary and Landlady, into the House.
Dennis. Long life to your honour, for protecting the petticoats! sweet creatures! I'd like to protect them myself, by bushels.
Pereg. Can you get me a guide, friend, to conduct me to Penzance?
Dennis. Get you a guide! There's Dan, my servant, shall skip before you over the bogs, like a grasshopper. Oh, by the powers! my heart's full to see your generosity, and I owe you a favour in return:—never you call for any of my beer, till I get a fresh tap.
[Exit into the House.