Greedy. Store indeed's no sore, sir. Sir G. That proverb fits your stomach, Mr. Greedy. Greedy. It does indeed, Sir Giles; I do not like to see a table ill spread, But the substantials-Oh! Sir Giles, the substantials! The state of a fat turkey now, The decorum, the grandeur he marches in with. O, I declare, I do much honour a chine of beef! Sir G. You shall have your will, Mr. Greedy, Perfume the room; and when we wash, the water Sir G. Avaunt, you drudge! Now all my labour'd ends are at the stake, [Exit MARALL. And, master of justice, since you love choice dishes, And plenty of 'em Greedy. As I do indeed, sir, Almost as much as to give thanks for 'em Sir G. I do confer that province, with my power Of absolute command, to have abundance, To your best care. Greedy. I'll punctually discharge it, And give the best direction. [SIR GILES retires.]→ Now am I, In mine own conceit, a monarch, at the least, Arch president of the boil'd, the roast, the baked; I would not change my empire for the great Mogul's. Is grown together like an empty satchell. I will eat often, and give thanks When my belly's brac'd up like a drum, and that's pure justice. Sir G. It must be so. prove modest, [Exit. Should the foolish girl She may spoil all; she had it not from me, garet! Enter MARGARET. Marg. Your pleasure, sir? Sir G. Ha! this is a neat dressing! Mar These orient pearls, and diamonds well plac'd too! Marg. Well for a companion: Not as a servant. Sir G. Is she humble, Meg? And careful too, her ladyship forgotten? Marg. I pity her fortune. Sir G. Pity her! trample on her. I took her up in an old tatter'd gown To do thee any duty, though ne'er so servile, I'll pack her to her knight, where I have lodg'd him, Into the counter; and there let them howl together. Marg. You know your own ways; but for me, I When I command her, that was once attended In birth. Sir G. In birth! Why, art thou not my daughter, The blest child of my industry and wealth? Why, foolish girl, was't not to make thee great, That I have run, and still pursue those ways That hale down curses on me, which I mind not? Part with these humble thoughts, and apt thyself To the noble state I labour to advance thee; Or, by my hopes to see thee honourable, I will adopt a stranger to my heir, And throw thee from my care; do not provoke me. Marg. I will not, sir; mould me which way you please. Enter GREEDY. Sir G. How! interrupted? Greedy. "Tis matter of importance. The cook, sir, is self-will'd, and will not learn Sir G. 'Would it were whole in thy belly, To stuff it out; cook it any way-pr'ythee, leave me. Greedy. Without order for the dumpling? Sir G. Let it be dumpled Which way thou wilt: or, tell him, I will scald him In his own cauldron. Greedy. I had lost my stomach, Had I lost my mistress's dumpling; I'll give ye thanks for't. [Exit. Sir G. But to our business, Meg; you have heard who dines here? Marg. I have, sir. Sir G. 'Tis an honourable man. A lord, Meg, and commands a regiment Enter GREEDY. Greedy. I'll resign my office, If I be not better obey'd. Sir G. 'Slight, art thou frantic? Greedy. Frantic! 'twould make me frantic, and stark mad, Were I not a justice of peace, and quorum too, For which he has found out A new device for sauce, and will not dish 'em Sir G. Cook, rogue, obey him. I have given the word, pray you, now, remove yourself To a collar of brawn, and trouble me no farther. Greedy. I will; and meditate what to eat at din ner, For my guts have been in the kitchen this half hour. [Exit. Sir G. And, as I said, Meg, when this gull disturb'd us, This honourable lord, this colonel, I would have thy husband. Marg. There's too much disparity Between his quality and mine, to hope it. Sir G. I more than hope it, and doubt not to effect it. Be thou no enemy to thyself; my wealth Shall weigh his titles down, and make you equals. And not to be trifled with; and therefore, when Marg. You'll have me, sir, preserve the distance that Confines a virgin? Sir G. Virgin me no virgins. I will have you lose that name, or you lose me; With your honour, I must guard my own. I, that am light to him, will not hold weight Sir G, How! forsake thee? Do I wear a sword for fashion? or is this arm Not purchas'd with his blood that did oppose me? I have said it. |