Roger. I know that my place is to be everywhere.
1. Serv. Where the devil is mine?
2. Serv. My place is to be no where at all; and so Ize go about my business.
Exeunt Servants, running about as if frighted, different ways.
Enter Servant with candles, showing in Marlow and Hastings.
Serv. Welcome, gentlemen, very welcome. This way.
Hast. After the disappointments of the day, welcome once more, Charles, to the comforts of a clean room and a good fire. Upon my word, a very well-looking house; antique, but creditable.
Marl. The usual fate of a large mansion. Having first ruined the master by good housekeeping, it at last comes to levy contributions as an inn.
Hast. As you say, we passengers are to be taxed to pay all these fineries. I have often seen a good sideboard, or a marble chimney-piece, though not actually put in the bill, inflame the bill confoundedly.
Marl. Travellers, George, must pay in all places. The only difference is, that in good inns you pay dearly for luxuries; in bad inns you are fleeced and starved.