Marq. Is it not the Baron? [Aside.] it is certainly he.
Baron. How; my dear Marquis! let me embrace you.
Marq. My dear Baron, let me kiss you.
[They run and embrace.
Baron. We have not seen one another since we were school-fellows, before.
Marq. The happiest Rencontré!
Bro. These gentlemen seem to be very well acquainted.
Mr. Barn. Yes, but I know neither one nor t'other of them.
Marq. Baron, let me present to you one of the best-natur'd men in the world, Mr. Barnard here, the flower of hospitality——I congratulate you upon having so good a neighbour.
Mr. Barn. Sir!