Lady Wrong. Bless me! but where are the children all this while?
Moth. Sir Francis, Madam, I believe is taking care of them.
Sir Fran. [Within.] John Moody! stay you by the coach, and see all our things out—Come, children.
Moth. Here they are, Madam.
Enter Sir Francis, Squire Richard, and Miss Jenny.
Sir Fran. Well, Count! I mun say it, this was koynd, indeed!
Count Bas. Sir Francis! give me leave to bid you welcome to London.
Sir Fran. Psha! how dost do, mon——waunds, I'm glad to see thee! A good sort of a house this!
Count Bas. Is not that master Richard?
Sir Fran. Ey! ey! that's young hopeful——why dost not baw, Dick?