Mr. Barn. You might have spared yourself that trouble, Sir.
Marq. Don't you know, Mr. Barnard, that this house of yours is a little paradise?
Mr. Barn. Then rot me if it be, Sir.
Marq. For my part, I think a pretty retreat in the country is one of the greatest comforts of life; I suppose you never want good company, Mr. Barnard?
Mr. Barn. No, Sir, I never want company; for you must know I love very much to be alone.
Marq. Good wine you must keep above all things, without good wine and good cheer I would not give a fig for the country.
Mr. Barn. Really, Sir, my wine is the worst you ever drank in your life, and you'll find my cheer but very indifferent.
Marq. No matter, no matter, Mr. Barnard; I've heard much of your hospitality, there's a plentiful table in your looks——and your wife is certainly one of the best women in the world.
Mr. Barn. Rot me if she be, Sir.