Lis. Sir, there's some company in the garden with my mistress, who desire to see you.
Mr. Barn. The devil take 'em, what business have they here? But who are they?
Lis. Why, Sir, there's the fat Abbot that always sits so long at dinner, and drinks his two bottles by way of whet.
Mr. Barn. I wish his church was in his belly, that his guts might be half full before he came——and who else?
Lis. Then there's the young Marquis that won all my Lady's money at cards.
Mr. Barn. Pox take him too.
Lis. Then there's the merry Lady that's always in a good humour.
Mr. Barn. Very well.
Lis. Then there's she that threw down all my Lady's china t'other day, and laugh'd at it for a jest.
Mr. Barn. Which I paid above fifty pounds for in earnest—very well, and pray how did Madam receive all this fine company?——With a hearty welcome, and a courtsy with her bum down to the ground, ha.