Calls us to the new mown hay,
Piping to our roundelay.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
An old fashioned Apartment, in Barton's House, in the Village. Rusty Arms, and other Military Paraphernalia hanging up, in different Parts; &c.
La Varenne and Barton.
Barton. Nay, sir, thank not me:
I am no trader, I, in empty forms;
In neat congees, and kickshaw compliments;
In your,—"Dear sirs," and "Sir, you make me blush;"—