STEWARD

Be patient Madam, you may have your pleasure. These with your pardon are no Argument To make the country life appear so hateful, At least to your particular, who enjoyed A blessing in that calm; would you be pleased To think so, and the pleasure of a kingdom, While your own will commanded what should move Delights, your husbands love and power joined To give your life more harmony you lived there, Secure, and innocent, beloved of all, Praised for your hospitality, and prayed for You might be envied, but malice knew Not where you dwelled, I wo'd not prophecy But leave to your own apprehension What may succeed your change. How Madam. I am a Gentleman though now your servant. You may say your pleasure, It becomes not me dispute. You're a woman of and ungoverned passion, and I pity you. Nothing Sir. No sir. He was not, But is converted, and I hope you won't Persist in heresy, but take a course Of riot to content your friends, you shall Want nothing, if you can be proud and spend it For my Ladies honour, here are a hundred Pieces, will serve you till you have new clothes, I will present you with a nag of mine Poor tender of my service, please you accept, My Ladies smile more than rewards me for it, I must provide fit servants to attend you, Monsieures for horse and foot. Madam two gentlemen. They are The gentleman with his own head of hair, Whom you commended for his horsemanship In Hide Park, and becoming the saddle The tother day. His names at my tongues end, He liked the fashion of your pearl chain Madam, And borrowed it for his Jeweller to take A copy by it. That never walks without a Ladies busk, And plays with fans Mr. Alexander Kickshaw, I thought I should remember him. What and unlucky memory I have? The gallant that still dances in the street, And wears a gross of Ribbon in his hat, That carries Oringado in his pocket, And Sugarplumbs to sweeten his discourse, That studies compliment, defies all wit On black, and censures plays that are not bawdy, Mr. John littleworth. 'Tis perfumed. Madam, I hope you have not found My duty with the gilded of sloth or jealousy, Unapt to your command. They are Arras Madam. Madam I hope. You shall Madam. This morning I expect it. Of crimson Camel plush. The nails adorn it Madam, set in method And pretty forms. No Madam: Good Madam hear me. Vouchsafe To hear me speak. Yes Madam it is finished, But without tilting plumes at the four corners, The scarlet's pure, but not embroidered. Alas good Madam, I know 'tis your own cost, I am but your Steward, And wood discharge my duty the best way, You have been pleased to hear me, 'tis not for My profit, that I manage your estate, And save expense, but for your honour Madam. Though you hear it not Men's tongues are liberal in your character, Since you began to live thus high, I know Your fame is precious to you. Sure my Lady's mad. Thank you Ma dam, I would there were less quicksilver in your fingers. Exit. A gentleman Desires to speak with your Ladyship. He says you know him not, he seems to be Of quality. Madam your kinswomen The Lady Novice and her sister are New lighted from their coach. 'Tis Mr. Frederick my Ladies nephew. Is come from the University. It seems my Ladies. Welcome home sweet Mr. Frederick. She's busy about her painting, in her closet, The Outlandish man of Art, is copying out Her countenance. Yes siir, and when 'tis drawn, she will be hanged Next the French Cardinal in the dining room, But when she hears you're come, she will dismiss The Belgic gentleman to entertain Your worship. To make you a fine gentleman, and translate you Out of your learned language sir, into The present Goes and Vandal, which is French. You shall be obeyed Madam. Exeunt. One that loves you Dear as her life, these clothes do not become you, You must have better sir. More suitable to the town and time, we keep No Lent here, nor is't my Ladies pleasure you Should fast from any thing you have a mind to, Unless it be your learning which she would have you Forget with all convenient speed that may be, For the credit of your noble family, The case is altered since we lived i'th country, We do not invite the poor o'th parish To dinner, keep a table for the tenants, Our kitchen does not smell of beef, the seller Defies the price of malt and hops, the footmen And coachdrivers may be drunk Like gentlemen With wine, nor will three Fiddlers upon holidays With aid of Bag pipes, that called in the country To dance, and plough the hall up with their hobnails, Now make my Lady merry, we do feed Like princes, and feast nothing but princes, And are these robes fit to be seen amongst e'm. No sir, I hope it is not. Who command but you sir? If you find sir The operation of the wine, exalt Your blood to the desire of any female Delight, I know your Aunt wonot deny Any of her chambermaids to practice on, She loves you but too well. Alas Madam How would you have me help it, I did use All means I could, after he herd the music, To make him drunk in hope so to contain him, But the wine made him lighter, and his head Flew hi'ther, ere I missed his heals. 'Tis not in my power he swears I am And absurd sober fellow, and if you keep A servant in his house to cross his humour, When the rich sword and belt comes home, he'll kill him. My duty sir. Most excellent. Mr. Littleworth tells you right, you wear your a : Too Like a citizen. Your coat, and cloak's a brushing In Long-lane Lombard. Because he had no money To call for wine. I have laid out for servants. I cannot yet be furnished With such as I would put into his hands. For these two officers I have inquired, And I am promised a convenient whiskin, I could save charges, and employ the Pie wench That carries her intelligence in whitepots, Or 'tis but taking order with the woman That holds the ballads, she could fit him with A concubine to any tune, but I Have a design to place a fellow with him That has read all Sir Pandarus works, a Trojan That lies concealed, and is acquainted with Both city and sub rbian fripperies Can fetch em with a spell at midnight to him, And warrant which are for his turn, can for A need supply the Surgeon too. It shanot needs, a cast suit of your worships Will serve, he'll find a cloak to cover it Out of his share with those he brings to bed to you. By any means. But sir the other Is held the finer servant, his employments Are full of trust, his person cleave, and nimble, And none so soon can leap into preferment Where fools are poor. Then the Pimp Is extraordinary. What else sir? My Lord your periwig is awry