Henry. With all my heart.
Lap. Je vous attend.—[Calls.] Nannette!—And if you like them, you may send your baggage and little ting after you.—Nannette! prepare for de new lodger.
[Exeunt.
Enter Gagger, and Mrs. Casey, from Tavern.
Gag. This way, Sir John—this way, your honour! Madam, it's Sir John Bull, and Lady Bull, and Miss Bull, and all the family.
Sir John. [Without.] I wish, my Lady Bull, you'd let Robin have rolled us up to the door.
Mrs. Casey. Ha! upon my honour, it is Sir John Bull and his lady—this is the truth of an English family.
Enter Sir John and Lady Bull, French Inn-Keeper, Four French Porters, with small Bandboxes, &c.
Mrs. Casey. Sir John, you are welcome from Paris.
Sir J. B. Welcome from Paris! [Mimicking.]—-Where the devil are you taking us? Such a way, to walk over your damned pavement!