What's this noise for? are you all mad to make such a disturbance and gentle-folks in the house? I protest, as I am a living woman, you make my house more liker a Bedlam than a sober Inn for gentle-folks to stop at.
DAVID (still shaking his fist at Dolly).
If I could get hold of her, I would dress her! I would curry-comb her!
LANDLADY.
Won't you have done with it yet? curry-comb your horses, and let my maid alone. They stand in the stable poor things in dirty litter up to their bellies, while you sit here prating, and preaching as tho' you were the vicar of the parish.
DAVID.
Must one be always attending upon a parcel of damn'd brutes, as tho' they were one's betters? must a body's arm never have a moment's rest?
LANDLADY.
Let thy tongue rest a while, David: that is the member of thy body that has most reason to be tired. And as for you, Doll, mind your own work, and other people will leave you alone. Have you pluck'd the crows for the pidgeon-pye yet, and
