Man. Nor ever will, I'll answer for him.
[Aside.
Enter Squire Richard.
Squ. Rich. Feyther an you doan't come quickly, the meat will be coal'd: and I'd fain pick a bit with you.
Lady Wrong. Bless me, Sir Francis! you are not going to sup by yourself!
Sir Fran. No, but I am going to dine by myself, and that's pretty near the matter, Madam.
Lady Wrong. Had not you as good stay a little, my dear? we shall all eat in half an hour; and I was thinking to ask my cousin Manly to take a family morsel with us.
Sir Fran. Nay, for my cousin's good company, I don't care if I ride a day's journey without baiting.
Man. By no means, Sir Francis. I am going upon a little business.