Sideboard. My young Master's stirring Sir, and desires to speak with you, Sir.
Florid. Honest Sideboard, I attend him. (Exit)
Sideboard. This House is nothing but a Scene of confusion, I think, with all these French Parlevous about the House.
(Enter ST. LOUIS singing)
St. Louis. La Guerre en Angleterre—hey—Bourguignon—La Fleur, you must come upstair.
(French Servants run across the Stage)
Sideboard. I wish these fellows were out of the House—always quarrelling with the Cook—and tossing up Ragouts and powdering their Hair in the Kitchen—so friend Roger—
(Enter ROGER)
Roger. Master Sideboard, a good Morning to you.
Sideboard. Good Morning, Roger. Why you're not chang'd in your Travels abroad Roger.