Lady B. Oh fie, Sir John! Do you consider where you are? When English gentlemen come to France, they should leave their dammes at Dover.
Sir J. B. I wish I had left you, or myself there, damme!—what are these fellows doing with the things?
Lady B. Don't you see, the gentlemen are porters, Sir John?
Sir J. B. Porters! pickpockets—paid by the ounce: One Thames Street porter, would take the whole seven and their bundles on his knot; here's a proof—
Enter Robin, with a very large Trunk.
My trunk, Robin?
Rob. Yes, your honour; four of the monsieurs trying to carry it, dropped it in the dirt, yonder.
[Puts it down.
Lady B. Robin, you must immediately find Colonel Epaulette's lodge, and let him know we are arrived.
Sir J. B. Yes, when you've taken care of the trunks:—and, d'ye hear, Robin, you'll find Squire Tally-ho there, tell him that I'm come, and that Dolly's longing to see him. [Exit Robin.] But where is she?