Colin. Yes, Sir——Ods-flesh! we shall break all the inns in the country——For we have a brave handsome landlady, and a curious young lass to her daughter——O, here comes my young measter——We'll make him chamberlain——ha, ha——
Enter Dorant.
Mr. Barn. What's the matter, son? How comes it that you are all alone? You used to do me the favour to bring some of your friends along with ye.
Dor. Sir, there are some of 'em coming; I only rid before, to beg you to give them a favourable reception.
Mr. Barn. Ay why not? it is both for your honour and mine; you shall be master.
Dor. Sir, we have now an opportunity of making all the gentlemen in the country our friends.
Mr Barn. I'm glad on't with all my heart; pray how so?
Dor. There's an old quarrel to be made up between two families, and all the company are to meet at our house.
Mr. Barn. Ay, with all my heart; but pray, what is the quarrel?