Enter Janno leading in Mawkin.
Jan. Come, sister, come along——O here's cousin Barnard——Cousin Barnard, your servant——Here's my sister Mawkin and I are come to see you.
Mawk. Ay, cousin, here's brother Janno and I are come from Paris to see you: pray how does cousin Mariamne do?
Jan. My sister and I waunt well at Paris; so my father sent us here for two or three weeks to take a little country air.
Mr. Barn. You cou'd not come to a worse place; for this is the worst air in the whole county.
Mawk. Nay, I'm sure, my father says it is the best.
Mr. Barn. Your father's a fool; I tell ye, 'tis the worst.
Jan. Nay, cousin, I fancy you're mistaken now; for I begin to find my stomach come to me already; in a fortnight's time you shall see how I'll lay about me.
Mr. Barn. I don't at all doubt it.
Mawk. Father wou'd have sent sister Flip. and little brother Humphrey, but the calash would not hold us all, and so they don't come till to-morrow with mother.