Sol. He gives his service to you, Sir, and sends you word that he'll come and dine with you to-morrow.
Mr. Barn. Dine with me! no, no, friend, tell him I don't dine at all to-morrow, it is my fast-day, my wife died on't.
Sol. And he has sent you here a pheasant and a couple of partridges.
Mr. Barn. How's that, a pheasant and partridges, say you?——let's see——very fine birds, truly——let me consider—To-morrow is not my fast-day, I mistook, tell my nephew he shall be welcome——And d'ye hear? [To Colin.] do you take these fowls and hang them up in a cool place——and take this soldier in, and make him drink—make him drink, d'ye see——a cup,——ay, a cup of small beer——d'ye hear?
Col. Yes, Sir——Come along; our small beer is reare good.
Sol. But, Sir, he bade me tell you that he'll bring two or three of his brother officers along with him.
Mr. Barn. How's that! Officers with him——here, come back——take the fowls again; I don't dine to-morrow, and so tell him [Gives him the basket.] Go, go.
[Thrusts him out.
Sol. Sir, Sir, that won't hinder them from coming, for they retir'd a little distance off the camp, and because your house is near 'em, Sir, they resolve to come.
Mr. Barn. Go, begone, Sirrah,