John. I told him not to shew hisself unless he could bring a couple of servants back along with him.
Rose. [Angrily.] You’re more foolish than I took you to be, John. Get you off at once and fetch Jerry from his cider at the Red Bull. He’s not much of a hand about the house, but he’s better than no one.
John. [Sighing heavily.] Jeremy’s not the man to start his drinking so early in the day.
Rose. I’ve caught him at the cask soon after dawn.
Kitty. And so have I, John. How you put up with his independent ways I don’t know.
John. Ah, ’tisn’t everyone as has such a powerful strong head as Jerry’s. He’s one that can be trusted to take his fill, and none the worse with him afterwards.
[A knock at the door, which is pushed open by Jeremy.
Jeremy. [From the doorway.] Well, Master John—well, mistress?
Rose. [Sharply.] Master was just starting out for to fetch you home, Jerry.
Jeremy. [Ignoring her.] Well, master, I’ve brought a couple back along of me.