Harf. There, my dear (gives money, and the girl goes away). How my heart beats! Surely that cannot be my nurse! Yes, I recollect her now; but how very old and sickly she looks!
Beau. Fifteen years in her life, with care and hardship, must go a great way in breaking her down.
Harf. (going to the cottage-door). Good morning, good woman; can you give my companion and me something to drink? We are very thirsty with walking this hot day.
Mary Beech. I have nothing better than water, sir; but if you please to accept of that, I will bring you some.
Beau. Thank you—we will trouble you for some.
Mary. Will you please to walk in out of the sun, gentlemen; ours is a very poor house, indeed; but I will find you a seat to sit down on, while I draw the water.
Harf. (to Beau.). The same good creature as ever! Let us go in.
Scene II.—The inside of the cottage. An old man sitting by the hearth.
Beau. We have made bold, friend, to trouble your wife for a little water.
John. Sit down—sit down—gentlemen. I would get up to give you my chair, but I have the misfortune to be lame, and am almost blind too.