Sir Fran. Ay, ay! ne'er heed me——I ha' things to look after.
[Exeunt Lady Wrong. and Count Bas.
Enter John Moody.
John Moody. Did you Worship want muh?
Sir Fran. Ay, is the coach clear'd? and all our things in?
John Moody. Aw but a few band-boxes, and the nook that's left o'th' goose poy——But a plague on him, th' Monkey has gin us the slip, I think——I suppose he's goon to see his relations; for here looks to be a power of 'um in this town——but heavy Ralph is skawer'd after him.
Sir Fran. Why, let him go to the Devil! no matter, and the hawnds had had him a month agoe——but I wish the coach and horses were got safe to th' Inn! This is a sharp tawn, we mun look about us here, John, therefore I would have you go alung with Roger, and see that nobody runs away with them before they get to their stable.
John Moody. Alas-a-day, Sir: I believe our awld cattle woant yeasily be run away with to-night—but howsomdever, we'st ta' the best care we can of um, poor sawls.
Sir Francis. Well, well! make hast then——
[Moody goes out, and returns.