Hast. I hate sleeping by the fireside.
Marl. And I detest your three chairs and a bolster.
Tony. You do, do you?—then let me see—what if you go on a mile further, to the Buck's Head; the old Buck's Head on the hill, one of the best inns in the whole country?
Hast. O, ho! so we have escaped an adventure for this night, however.
Land. (Apart to Tony.) Sure, you ben't sending them to your father's as an inn, be you?
Tony. Mum, you fool you. Let them find that out. (To them.) You have only to keep on straight forward, till you come to a large old house by the road-side. You'll see a pair of large horns over the door. That's the sign. Drive up the yard, and call stoutly about you.
Hast. Sir, we are obliged to you. The servants can't miss the way.
Tony. No, no. But I tell you though, the landlord is rich, and going to leave off business; so he wants to be thought a gentleman, saving your presence, he! he! he! He'll be for giving you his company, and ecod, if you mind him, he'll persuade you that his mother was an alderman, and his aunt a justice of the peace.
Land. A troublesome old blade, to be sure; but a keeps as good wines and beds as any in the whole country.
Marl. Well, if he supplies us with these, we shall want no further connexion. We are to turn to the right, did you say?