Mr. Barn. The Devil go with 'em.
Griff. There is but one way to get rid of this plague, and that is, as I told you before, to set your house on fire.
Mr. Barn. That's doing myself an injury, not them.
Griff. There's dogs, horses, masters and servants, all intend to stay here 'till to-morrow morning, that they may be near the woods to hunt the earlier—besides (I overheard them) they're in a kind of plot against you.
Mr. Barn. What did they say?
Griff. You'll be angry if I tell ye.
Mr. Barn. Can I be more angry than I am?
Griff. They said then that it was the greatest pleasure in the world to ruin an old lawyer in the country, who had got an estate by ruining honest people in town.
Mr. Barn. There's rogues for ye!