Jane. A'nt please you, will your ladyship enter our humble dwelling, and rest your ladyship in feyther's great cane bottom'd elbow chair with a high back. [Curtsies.]
F. Gam. Do, my lady. To receive so great a body from her own chariot is an honour I dreamt not of; though, for the hungry and weary foot traveller, my doors are always open, and my morsel ready. Knock; when he comes out, touch him. [Aside to Twitch.]
Lady Am. Thou art benevolent, and I will enter thy dwelling with satisfaction.
Jane. O precious! This way, my lady.
[Exeunt all but Twitch.
Twitch. Eh, where's the warrant? [Feels his pocket, and knocks at Banks's door.]
Enter Banks.
Banks. Master Twitch! What's your business with me?
Twitch. Only a little affair here against you.
Banks. Me!