Talb. I tell you, it was this time last year, man, that I was mounted upon a fine bay hunter, out a hunting.

Farm. Zooks! would you argufy a man out of his wits? You won't go for to tell me, that you are that impertinent little jackanapes?

Talb. No! no! I'll not tell

that

you, I am an impertinent little jackanapes. Farm. (wiping his forehead) Well, don't then, for I can't believe it; and you put me out. Where was I? Talb. Mounted upon a fine bay hunter!

Farm. Aye, so he was. Here, you, says he, meaning me-open this gate for me. Now, if he had but a spoke me fair, I would not have gainsayed him; but he falls to swearing; so I bid him open the gate for himself "There's a bull behind you, farmer," says he—I

turns"

Quizzed him!" cries my jackanapes; and off he gallops him, through the very thick of my corn: but he got a fall leaping the ditch, out yonder, which pacified me, like, at the minute. So I goes up to see whether he was killed; but he was not a whit the worse for his tumble. So I should ha' fell into a passion with him then, to be sure, about my corn, but his horse had got such a terrible sprain, I couldn't say any thing to him, for I was a pitying the poor animal. As fine a hunter as ever you saw! I am sartain sure he could never come to good after.

Talb. (aside) I do think, from the description, that this was Wheeler: and I have paid for the horse which he spoiled! (Aloud) Should you know either the man or the horse again, if you were to see them?

Farm. Aye, that I should, to my dying day.

Talb. Will you come with me, then, and you'll do me some guineas' worth of service?

Farm. Aye, that I will, with a deal of pleasure; for you be a civil-spoken young gentleman, and, besides, I don't think the worse on you for being frighted a little about your mother; being what I might ha' been at your age, myself; for I had a mother myself once. So, lead on, master.

[Exeunt.

End of the second Act.

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

The Garden of the Windmill Inn, at Salt Hill. Miss Bursal, Mrs. Newington, Sally the chambermaid.

[Miss Bursal, very much dressed, is sitting on a garden-stool, and leans her head against the Landlady, as if fainting-Sally holds a glass of water and a smellingbottle.

Miss B. Where am I? Where am I? Landlady. At the Windmill at Salt Hill, young lady; and ill or well you

can't be better.

Sally. Do you find yourself better since coming into the air, miss?

Miss B. Better! Oh, I shall never be better.

[Leans her head on her hand, and rocks herself backwards and forwards.

Landlady. My dear young lady, don't take on so. (aside) Now would I give somewhat to know what it was my Lady Piercefield said to the father, and what the father said to this one, and what's the matter at the bottom of affairs.Sally, did you hear any thing at the doors?

Sally. (aside) No, indeed, ma'am: I never be's at the doors.

Landlady.(aside) Simpleton!-(aloud) But, my dear Miss Bursal-if I may be so bold--if you'd only disembosom your mind of what's on it

Miss B. Disembosom

my mind!

Nonsense! I've nothing on my mind. Pray, leave me, madam.

Landlady. (aside) Madam, indeed!Madam, forsooth ! O, I'll make her pay for that. That madam shall go down in the bill, as sure as my name's Newington.