(Enter ROGER with a Tankard in his hand)
Roger. There, I gave un something to drink, and they've quiet.
Sideboard. Young Master's greatly chang'd Roger.
Roger. He is greatly chang'd indeed; here's my sarvice to you.
Sideboard. He must have spent a great deal of Money abroad.
Roger. Ay, ay, Sir Robert never stinted un for that.
Sideboard. We were all in a sad way about him at one time.
Roger. Ay, that was when the French Marquis run un thro' the Body; Lord help ye, I was in a sad Pucker—as sure as you are there I thought we had lost un—thoff he deserv'd it in part too. I'll tell you how it was. He was got one day bragging of his Amorous, I think they call it—and so some young thing was toasted—she was painted up to the Eyes, I warrant her—they all paint there Master Sideboard, like so many Dolls.
Sideboard. So I have heard.
Roger. Here's my sarvice to you—and so when the young woman was toasted, odds my Heart, what does the Squire, but says he, what signifies drinking she—I have had she; thoff he never had her atall Master Sideboard, a had not indeed. I have had she, says the Squire, give us a new face. Had she says the Marquis do you know she is my Sister? I know that says the Squire, and I lov'd her the better for it. And so the Marquis grew bloody angry and run un thro' the small Ribs—a did indeed.