1 Gen. Make no preparations, Sir, your own dinner is sufficient.
Mr. Barn. Very well, I understand ye; let's see, how many are there of ye? [Tells 'em.] One, two, three, four: well, gentlemen, 'tis but half a crown a-piece for yourselves, and sixpence a-head for your servants; your dinner shall be ready in half an hour; here, shew the gentlemen into the Apollo.
2 Gen. What, Sir, does your father keep an inn?
Mr. Barn. The Sword Royal; at your service, Sir.
Dor. But father let me speak to you; would you disgrace me?
Mr. Barn. My wine is very good, gentlemen, but to be very plain with ye, it is dear.
Dor. O, I shall run distracted.
Mr. Barn. You seem not to like my house, gentlemen; you may try all the inns in the county, and not be better entertained; but I own my bills run high.
Dor. Gentlemen, let me beg the favour of ye.
1 Gen. Ay, my young 'Squire of the Sword Royal', you shall receive some favours from us.