Col. We an't in our house now, Lisetta, we're in an inn: ha, ha!
Lis. How in an inn?
Col. Yes, in an inn, my measter has gotten an old rusty sword, and hung it up at our geat, and writ underneath with a piece of charcoal with his own fair hand, At the Sword Royal; entertainment for man and horse: ha, ha——
Lis. What whim is this?
Col. Thou, and I, live at the Sword Royal, ha, ha—
Lis. I'll go tell my mistress of her father's extravagance.
[Exit Lisetta.
SCENE VII.
Enter Mr. Barnard and Griffard.
Mr. Barn. Ha, ha! yes I think this will do. Sirrah, Colin, you may now let in all the world; the more the better.