Mr. Barn. Can there be no way found to redress this?
Griff. If I were you, I'd leave this house quite, and go to town.
Mr. Barn. What, and leave my wife behind me? ay that wou'd be mending the matter indeed!
Griff. Why don't you sell it then?
Mr. Barn. Because nobody will buy it; it has got as bad a name as if the plague were in't; it has been sold over and over, and every family that has liv'd in it has been ruin'd.
Griff. Then send away all your beds and furniture; except what is absolutely necessary for your own family, you'll save something by that, for then your guests can't stay with you all night, however.
Mr. Barn. I've try'd that already, and it signified nothing——For they all got drunk and lay in the barn, and next morning laugh'd it off for a frolick.
Griff. Then there is but one remedy left that I can think of.
Mr. Barn. What's that?
Griff. You must e'en do what's done when a town's on fire, blow up your house that the mischief may run no farther——But who is this gentleman?