REBECCA. Why not? I’m not ashamed of what I’m saying.
FAST. Come home at last, then. Ah! (sighs) your mistress is a beautiful woman, Rebecca.
REBECCA. Beautiful?—that depends upon opinion; for my part, I don’t like tall women.
FAST. I admire tall women. It seems to me an age since she has been away.
REBECCA. It may seem so to you, sir, but it hasn’t to me, I promise you. I’m sure I wish she had stayed away ten times as long—for the first thing she has done on her return has been to give me warning.
FAST. Give you warning! What for?
REBECCA. Ah! what for, indeed?—you must ask her that. She is jealous of that husband of hers. She surprised him, just now, at breakfast, making eyes at me. How could I help it?
FAST. Oh, fie, Rebecca? What! do you encourage your master in that sort of thing?
REBECCA. I encourage him, indeed?—well I’m sure!—with a twelvemonth’s character from my last place.