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. LANDLORD. I believe they may. They look woundily like Frenchmen.
Tony. Then desire them to step this way, and I'll set them right in a twinkling. (Exit Landlord.) Gentlemen, as they may'nt be good enough company for you, step down for a moment, and I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. (Exeunt mob.
' Tony, folus. . Father-in-law has been calling me whelp, and hound, this half year. Now, if I pleased, I could be fo revenged upon the old grumbletonian. But then I'm afraid-afraid of what! I shall foon be worth fifteen hundred a year, and let him frighten me out of that if he can.
Enter LANDLORD, conducting Marlow and
HASTINGS. : : Marlow. What a tedious uncomfortable day' have we had of it! We were told it was but forty miles across the country, and we have come above threescore. .
HASTINGS. And all, Marlow, from thật unaccountable referve of yours, that would not let us inquire more frequently on the way:
Marlow. I own, Hastings, I am unwilling to lay myself under an obligation to every one I meet; and often stand the chance of an unmannerly answer.
Hastings.. At present, however, we are not likely to receive any answer..
Tony. No offence, gentlemen. But I'm told you have been inquiring for one Mr. Hardcastle in those parts. Do you know what part of the country you are in ?
HASTINGS. Not in the least, Sir, but should thank you for information.
Nor the way you came?
That's not necessary towards directing us where we are to go,
Tony. No offence; but question for question is all fair, you know. Pray, gentlemen, is not this fame Hardcastle a cross-grain’d, oldfashion’d, whimsical fellow, with an ugly face; a daughter, and a pretty fon?
HASTINGS. We have not seen the gentleman, but he has the family you mention.
Tony. The daughter, a tall, trapesing, trolloping, talkative maypole--the fon, a pretty, well-bred, agreeable youth, that every body is fond of.
MARLOW Our information differs in this. The daughter is, said to be well-bred and beautiful; the fon, an aukward booby, reared up, and spoiled at his mother's apron-ftring:
He-he-hem!—Then, gentlemen, all I have to tell you is, that you won't reach Mr. Hardcastle's house this night, I believe.
Tony. It's a damn'd long, dark, boggy, dirty, danger. ous way. Stingo, tell the gentlemen the way to
Mr. Hardcastel's! (Winking upon the Landlord.) Mr. Hardcastle's, of Quagmire Marsh, you understand me.
LANDLORD. Master Hardcastle's! Lock-a-daisy, my malters, you're come a deadly deal wrong! When you came to the bottom of the hill, you fould have cross'd down Squash-lane,
Marlow. Cross down Squash-lane !
LANDLORD. Then you were to keep Araight forward, 'till you came to four roads. .
' MARLOW. Come to where four roads meet!
Tony. Aye; but you must be sure to take only one of them.
• Marlow, O Sir, you're facetious.
• Tony. Then keeping to the right, you are to go fideways till you come upon Crack-kull 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 turn to the right, and then to the left, and then to the right about again, till you find out the old mill.
Marlow. Zounds, man! we could as soon find out the longitude!
Hastings. What's to be done, Marlow?
MARLOW, This house promises but a poor reception; though perhaps the landlord can accommodate us.
LANDLORD. Alack, master, we have but one spare bed in the whole house.
Tony. And to my knowledge, that's taken up by three lodgers already. (After a pause, in which the reft seem disconcerted) I have hit it. Don't you think, Stin. go, our landlady could accommodate the gentle. men by the fire-side, with three chairs and a bolster?
Hastings. I hate sleeping by the fire-side.
MARLOW. · 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 Buck’s Head; the old Buck's head on the hill, one of the best inns in the whole county ?
Oho! so we have escaped an adventure for this night, however.