1st Footman. Ah, Sir! the figure you make is to us, your poor servants, the principal mortification.
2d Footman. When we get over a pot at the publichouse, or in a gentleman's kitchen, or elsewhere, as poor servants must have their pleasures—when the question goes round, who is your master? and who do you serve? and one says, I serve Lord So-and-so, and another, I am Squire Such-a-one's footman—
1st Footman. We have nothing to say for it, but that we serve Mr. H.
2d Footman. Or Squire H.
Mr. H. Really you are a couple of pretty modest, reasonable personages! but I hope you will take it as no offence, gentlemen, if, upon a dispassionate review of all that you have said, I think fit not to tell you any more of my name, than I have chosen for especial purposes to communicate to the rest of the world.
1st Footman. Why, then, Sir, you may suit yourself.
2d Footman. We tell you plainly, we cannot stay.
1st Footman. We don't choose to serve Mr. H.
2d Footman. Nor any Mr. or Squire in the alphabet—
1st Footman. That lives in Chris-cross Row.