Sy. Sir, I cannot do two Things at once.
Ra. You Scoundrel, do you speak Sentences too? Take away the Chamber-Pot, lay the Bed-Clothes to Rights, draw back the Curtains, sweep the House, sweep the Chamber-floor, fetch me some Water to wash my Hands. What are you a sliving about you Drone? You are a Year a lighting a Candle.
Sy. I can't find a Spark of Fire.
Ra. Is it so you rak'd it up last Night?
Sy. I have no Bellows.
Ra. How the Knave thwarts me, as if he that has you can want Bellows.
Sy. What an imperious Master have I gotten! Ten of the nimblest Fellows in the World are scarce sufficient to perform his Orders.
Ra. What's that you say you slow-Back?
Sy. Nothing at all, Sir.
Ra. No, Sirrah, did I not hear you mutter?