Griff. I'm mistaken if they don't play you some trick or other.
Mr. Barn. Hold, let me consider.
Griff. What are you doing?
Griff. I'm conceiving, I shall bring forth presently——oh, I have it, it comes from hence, wit was its father, and invention its mother; if I had thought on't sooner, I shou'd have been happy.
Griff. What is it?
Mr. Barn. Come, come along, I say; you must help me to put it in execution.
SCENE V.
Enter Lisetta.
Lis. Sir, my mistress desires you to walk up, she is not able, by herself, to pay the civilities due to so much good company.
Mr. Barn. O the carrion! what does she play her jests upon me too?——but mum, he laughs best that laughs last.