Lord Town. Mr. Moody, your servant; I am glad to see you in London. I hope all the family is well.
John Moody. Thanks be praised your honour, they are in pretty good heart; thof' we have had a power of crosses upo' the road.
Lady Grace. I hope my Lady has had no hurt, Mr. Moody.
John Moody. Noa, an't please your Ladyship, she was never in better humour: There's money enough stirring now.
Man. What has been the matter, John?
John Moody. Why, we came up in such a hurry, you mun think, that our tackle was not so tight as it should be.
Man. Come, tell us all——Pray how do they travel?
John Moody. Why, i'the awld coach, Measter, and 'cause my lady loves to do things handsom, to be sure, she would have a couple of cart-horses clapt to th' four old geldings, that neighbours might see she went up to London in her coach and six! And so Giles Joulter, the ploughman, rides postillion!
Man. Very well! the journey sets out as it should do. [Aside.] What, do they bring all the children with them too?
John Moody. Noa, noa, only the younk squoire, and Miss Jenny. The other foive are all out at board, at half a crown a head, a week, with Joan Growse at Smoke-Dunghill farm.