Cher. And let them wait, father;—there's neither red coat in the coach, nor footman behind it.
Bon. But they threaten to go to another inn to-night.
Cher. That they dare not, for fear the coachman should overturn them to-morrow—[Ringing.] Coming! coming!—Here's the London coach arrived.
Enter several People with Trunks, Bandboxes, and
other Luggage, and cross the Stage.
Bon. Welcome ladies.
Cher. Very welcome, gentlemen——Chamberlain, show the lion and the rose.
[Exit with the Company.
Enter Aimwell, in a Riding Habit, Archer as Footman,
carrying a Portmanteau.
Bon. This way, this way, gentlemen.
Aim. Set down the things; go to the stable, and see my horses well rubbed.