[Jumps up, and runs into Banks's.
F. Gam. Ay, neighbour, you'll soon scratch a beggar's head, if you harbour every mad vagrant. This may be one of the footpads, that, it seems, have got about the country; but I'll have an execution, and seize on thy goods, this day, my charitable neighbour! Eh, the sun strikes out, quite cleared up.
Enter Jane.
Jane. La, feyther, if there is'nt coming down the village—
F. Gam. Ah, thou hussey!
Jane. Bless me, feyther! No time for anger now. Here's Lady Amaranth's chariot, drawn by her new grand long-tailed horses.—La! it stops.
F. Gam. Her ladyship is coming out, and walks this way.—She may wish to rest herself in my house. Jane, we must always make rich folks welcome.
Jane. Dear me, I'll run in and set things to rights. But, feyther, your cravat and wig are all got so rumplified with your cross-grained tantarums.—I'll tie your neck in a big beau, and for your wig, if there is any flour in the drudging box—[Adjusts them, and runs into the house.]
F. Gam. Oh! the bailiff too that I engaged.
Enter Twitch.