James. Sir, here's John Moody's just come to town; he says Sir Francis, and all the family, will be here to-night, and is in a great hurry to speak with you.
Man. Where is he?
James. At our house, Sir: He has been gaping and stumping about the streets, in his dirty boots, and asking every one he meets if they can tell him where he may have a good lodging for a parliament man, 'till he can hire a handsome whole house for himself and family, for the winter.
Man. I am afraid, my Lord, I must wait upon Mr. Moody.
Lord Town. Pr'ythee! let's have him here: he will divert us.
Man. O my Lord! he's such a cub! Not but he's so near common sense, that he passes for a wit in the family.
Lady Grace. I beg of all things we may have him: I am in love with Nature, let her dress be never so homely.
Man. Then desire him to come hither, James.
[Exit James.
Lady Grace. Pray what may be Mr. Moody's post?