Enter Uncle Richard.
Unc. Rich. What! John has taken these lodgings, has he?
James. Yes, Sir, he has taken 'em.
Unc. Rich. Oh John! how dost do, honest John? I am glad to see thee with all my heart.
John Moody. I humbly thank your worship. I'm staut still, and a faithful awd servant to th' family. Heaven prosper aw that belong to't.
Unc. Rich. What, they are all upon the road?
John Moody. As mony as the awd coach wou'd hauld, Sir: the Lord send 'em well to tawn.
Unc. Rich. And well out on't again, John, ha!
John Moody. Ah, Sir! you are a wise man, so am I: home's home, I say. I wish we get any good here. I's sure we got little upo' the road. Some mischief or other aw the day long. Slap goes one thing, crack goes another; my Lady cries out for driving fast: The awd cattle are for going slow; Roger whips, they stand still and kick; nothing but a sort of a contradiction aw the journey long. My Lady wou'd gladly have been here last night, Sir, tho' there was no lodging got; but her Ladyship said, she did naw care for that, she'd lie in the inn where the horses stood, as long as it was in London.
Unc. Rich. These ladies, these ladies, John——