Mil. I have brought thee a Stranger, Madge; thou must give him a Supper, and a Lodging if thou can'st.
Mar. You have got a better Stranger of your own, I can tell you: Dick's come.
Mil. Dick! Where is he? Why Dick! How is't my Lad?
Dick. Very well, I thank you, Father.
King. A little more and you had push'd me down.
Mil. Faith, Sir, you must excuse me; I was over-joy'd to see my Boy. He has been at London, and I have not seen him these four Yerrs.
King. Well, I shall once in my Life have the Happiness of being treated as a common Man; and of seeing human Nature without Disguise. [Aside.]
Mil. What has brought thee Home so unexpected?
Dick. You will know that presently.
Mil. Of that by-and-by then. We have got the King down in the Forest a hunting this Season, and this honest Gentleman, who came down with his Majesty from London, has been with 'em to Day it seems, and has lost his Way. Come, Madge, see what thou can'st get for Supper. Kill a Couple of the best Fowls; and go you, Kate, and draw a Pitcher of Ale. We are famous, Sir, at Mansfield, for good Ale, and for honest Fellows that know how to drink it.