I'll go for her.—But here she comes: all's well now; let it burn as it will. (Enter Miss Martin, and Sir John runs eagerly up to her, but stops short suddenly.) My old sick fellow is in bed, and can't stir a limb to save himself; I must carry him out in my arms. (Going hastily out, but is stopped by Amaryllis, who enters grotesquely dressed in his nightcap.)
AMARYLLIS.
Where are you going? where has it broke out?
LANDLADY.
O lud, sir! it is broke out up stairs, and all my goods will be burnt. Who will assist a poor ruin'd woman?
AMARYLLIS.
There is no fire up stairs, I assure you, but I smell it here.
LANDLADY.
Then it is down stairs, and we shall all be burnt before we can get out. (They all crowd about the staircase door.) Raise that great fellow there.
