Sir Fran. Where did he go?
John Moody. Sir, he went home.
Sir Fran. Where's that?
John Moody. By my troth, Sir, I doan't know! I heard him say he would cross the same street again to-morrow; and if we had a mind to stand in his way, he wou'd pool us over and over again.
Sir Fran. Will he so! Odszooks! get me a Constable.
Lady Wrong. Pooh! get you a good supper. Come, Sir Francis, don't put yourself in a heat for what can't be helpt. Accidents will happen to people that travel abroad to see the world——For my part, I think it's a mercy it was not overturn'd before we were all out on't.
Sir Fran. Why ay, that's true again, my Dear.
Lady Wrong. Therefore see to-morrow if we can buy one at second-hand, for present use; so bespeak a new one, and then all's easy.
John Moody. Why troth, Sir, I doan't think this could have held you above a day longer.
Sir Fran. D'ye think so, John?