SCENE II. A walk leading through a grove to Baltimore's house, and close by it. Enter Mrs. Baltimore, as if just alighted from her carriage, followed by her Maid and Peter, carrying a box and portfolio and other things.
Mrs. Balt. But what does all this distant noise and huzzaing mean? the whole town is in commotion.
Pet. It is nothing as I know of, Ma'am, but my Master and Mr. Freeman's voters fighting with one another at the alehouse doors, to shew their goodwill to the candidates, as all true hearty fellows do at an election,
Mrs. B. Yes, our member is dead suddenly; I had forgot. But who are the candidates?
Pet. My master, Madam, and Mr. Freeman.
Mrs. B. Gentlemen supported by them, you mean?
Pet. No Ma'am, I mean their own two selves, for their own two selves. But I beg pardon for naming such a man as Freeman on the same day with a gentleman like my Master.
Mrs. B. Mr. Freeman, if you please, Peter; and never let me hear you name him with disrespect in my presence. Carry those things into the house; (to the maid) and you too, Blond; I see Mr. Baltimore.(Exeunt servants.
Enter Baltimore.
Balt. My dear Isabella, you are welcome home; how are you after your journey?
