Serv. Above stairs with your wife and daughter; and I want to know where he's to lie that I may put up his things.
Mr. Barn. Do you so, rascal?
Serv. A very handsome inn this—Here, drawer, fetch me a pint of wine.
Mr. Barn. Take that, rascal, do you banter us?
[Kicks him out.
Enter Mrs. Barnard.
Mrs. Barn. What is the meaning of this, husband? Are not you asham'd to turn your house into an inn——and is this a dress for my spouse, and a man of your character?
Mr. Barn. I'd rather wear this dress than be ruin'd.
Mrs. Barn. You're nearer being so than you imagine: for there are some persons within, who have it in their power to punish you for your ridiculous folly.
Enter Erastus, leading in Mariamne.