george. From there alongside the North Coach, if I'm in time.
carnaby. Don't founder my horse. Will ye leave the glorious news with your grandfather at Wycombe?
george. I won't fail to. [Then to abud.] We've been speaking of you.
abud. It was never any secret, sir.
george. Don't apologise.
Soon after this abud passes out of sight.
carnaby. Nature's an encumbrance to us, Parson.
dr. remnant. One disapproves of flesh uninspired.
carnaby. She allows you no amusing hobbies . . always takes you seriously.