ACT I. SCENE I.


_Sir_ Harry _discover'd dressing; and_ Shrimp _attending_.

Sir _Har_. Where had you been last Night, you drunken Dog, that you
cou'dn't take care of me when I was drunk.

_Shr_. I happen'd, Sir, to meet with some very honest Gentlemen, that have
the Honour to wait upon other Gentlemen, where Wit and Humour brighten'd
to that degree, we pass'd about the Glass, 'till we lost our Senses.

Sir _Har_. Wit, you Rascal! Have you Scoundrels the impudence to suppose
your selves reasonable Creatures?

_Shr_. Sir, we are as much below Learning, indeed, as our Masters are
above it; but why mayn't a Servant have as good natural Parts?

Sir _Har_. Mend your Manners, Sirrah; or you shall serve the Queen.

_Shr_. Ev'ry Man ought to mend his Manners, Sir, that pretends to a Place
at Court; but the Queen's mightily oblig'd to some People.--Has a
Gentleman an impudent rakish Footman, not meaning my self, Sir, that wears
his Linen, fingers his Money, and lies with his Mistress;--You Dog, you
shall serve the Queen.--Has a Tradesman a Fop Prentice, that airs out his
Horses, and heats his Wife, or an old Puritan a graceless Son, that runs
to the Play-House instead of the Meeting, they are threathen'd with the
Queen's Service; so that Her Majesty's good Subjects, drink her Health,
wish success to her Arms, and send her all the Scoundrels i'the Nation.