Farmer Ashfield's Kitchen.
Enter Lady Handy and Susan.
Susan. My dear home, thrice welcome!—What gratitude I feel to your ladyship for this indulgence!
Lady H. That's right, child!
Susan. And I am sure you partake my pleasure in again visiting a place, where you received every protection and kindness my parents could shew you, for, I remember, while you lived with my father—
Lady H. Child! don't put your memory to any fatigue on my account—you may transfer the remembrance of who I was, to aid your more perfect recollection of who I am.
Susan. Lady Handy!
Lady H. That's right, child!—I am not angry.
Susan. [Looking out.] Ah! I see my dear father and mother coming through the garden.
Lady H. Oh! now I shall be caressed to death; but I must endure the shock of their attentions.