Mr. Barn. For that reason, sirrah, you shou'd not have let 'em in.
Col. Hold, Sir, I'd rather see you angry than her, that's true; for when you're angry you have only the devil in ye, but when Madam's in a passion she has the devil and his dam both in her belly.
Mr. Barn. You must mind what I say to you, sirrah, and obey my orders.
Col. Ay, ay, Measter——but let's not quarrel with one another—you're always in such a plaguy humour.
Mr. Barn. What are these people that are just come?
Col. Nay, that know not I——but as fine volk they are as ever eye beheld, heaven bless 'em.
Mr. Barn. Did you hear their names?
Col. Noa, noa, but in a coach they keam all besmeared with gould, with six breave horses, the like on 'em ne'er did I set eyes on——'twou'd do a man's heart good to look on sike fine beast, Measter.
Mr. Barn. How many persons are there?