the way to Mr. Hardcastle's; (winking upon the Landlord) Mr. Hardcastle's, of Quagmire Marsh, you understand me.
|LAND. Master Hardcastle's! Lack-a-daisy,||140|
MARL. Cross down Squash-lane!
|LAND. Then you were to keep straight for||145|
MARL. Come to where four roads meet!
TONY. Ay; but you must be sure to take only one of them.
|MARL. O sir, you're facetious.||150|
TONY. Then, keeping to the right, you are to go sideways till you come upon Crack-skull Common: there you must look sharp for the track of the wheel, and go forward, till you come to farmer Murrain's
|barn. Coming to the farmer's barn, you are to||155|
MARL. Zounds, man! we could as soon find out the longitude!1
|HAST. What's to be done, Marlow?||160|
MARL. This house promises but a poor reception; though perhaps the landlord can accommodate us.
LAND. Alack, master, we have but one spare bed in the whole house.
|TONY. And to my knowledge, that's taken||165|
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||175|
HAST. O ho! so we have escaped an adventure for this night, however.
|LAND. (apart to TONY). Sure, you ben't send-||180|
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
|roadside. You'll see a pair of large horns over||185|
HAST. Sir, we are obliged to you. The servants can't miss the way?
|TONY. No, no: but I tell you, though, the||190|
|that his mother was an alderman, and his aunt||195|
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||200|
TONY. No, no; straight forward. I'll just step myself, and show you a piece of the way. (To the
LAND. Ah, bless your heart, for a sweet, pleasant -- damned mischievous son of a whore. Exeunt.
An old-fashiond house.
Enter HARDCASTLE, followed by three or four awkward Servants.
HARD. Well, I hope you're perfect in the table exercise I have been teaching you these three days. You all know your posts and your places, and can show that you have been used to good company,
|without ever stirring from home.||5|
OMNES. Ay, ay.
HARD. When company comes, you are not to pop out and stare, and then run in again, like frighted rabbits in a warren.
|OMNES. No, no.||10|
HARD. You, Diggory, whom I have taken from the barn, are to make a show at the side-table; and you, Roger, whom I have advanced from the plough, are to place yourself behind my chair. But you're
|not to stand so, with your hands in your pockets.||15|
|DIGG. Ay, mind how I hold them. I learned||20|
HARD. You must not be so talkative, Diggory. You must be all attention to the guests. You must
|hear us talk, and not think of talking; You must||25|