Scrub. In the first place I inquired who the gentleman was; they told me he was a stranger. Secondly, I asked what the gentleman was; they answered and said, that they never saw him before. Thirdly, I inquired what countryman he was; they replied, twas more than they knew. Fourthly, I demanded whence he came; their answer was, they could not tell. And, fifthly, I asked whither he went; and they replied, they knew nothing of the matter,and this is all I could learn.
Mrs. Sul. But what do the people say? cant they guess?
Scrub. Why, some think hes a spy, some guess hes a mountebank, some say one thing, some another: but, for my own part, I believe hes a Jesuit.
Dor. A Jesuit! why a Jesuit?
Scrub. Because he keeps his horses always ready saddled, and his footman talks French.
Mrs. Sul. His footman!
Scrub. Ay, he and the counts footman were jabbering French like two intriguing ducks in a mill-pond; and I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.
Dor. What sort of livery has the footman?
Scrub. Livery! Lord, madam, I took him for a captain, hes so bedizzened with lace! And then he has tops to his shoes, up to his mid leg, a silver-headed cane dangling at his knuckles; he carries his hands in his pockets just so[walks in the French air]and has a fine long periwig tied up in a bag.Lord, madam, hes clear another sort of man than I!
Mrs. Sul. That may easily be.But what shall we do now, sister?
Dor. I have itthis fellow has a world of simplicity, and some cunning, the first hides the latter by abundance.Scrub!
Dor. We have a great mind to know who this gentleman is, only for our satisfaction.
Scrub. Yes, madam, it would be a satisfaction, no doubt.
Dor. You must go and get acquainted with his footman, and invite him hither to drink a bottle of your ale because youre butler to-day.
Scrub. Yes, madam, I am butler every Sunday.
Mrs. Sul. O brave! sister, o my conscience, you understand the mathematics already. Tis the best plot in the world: your mother, you know, will be gone to church, my spouse will be got to the ale-house with his scoundrels, and the house will be our ownso we drop in by accident, and ask the fellow some questions ourselves. In the country, you know, any stranger is company, and were glad to take up with the butler in a country-dance, and happy if hell do us the favour.
Scrub. O madam, you wrong me! I never refused your ladyship the favour in my life.
Gip. Ladies, dinners upon table.
Dor. Scrub, well excuse your waitinggo where we ordered you.
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