Sy. I was saying my Prayers.
Ra. Ay, I believe so, but it was the Lord's-Prayer backwards then. Pray, what was that you were chattering about Imperiousness?
Sy. I was wishing you might be an Emperor.
Ra. And I wish you may be made a Man of a Stump of a Tree. Wait upon me to Church, and then run Home and make the Bed, and put every Thing in its Place; let the House be set to Rights from Top to Bottom, rub the Chamber-Pot, put these foul Things out of Sight, perhaps I may have some Gentry come to pay me a Visit; if I find any Thing out of Order I'll thresh you soundly.
Sy. I know your good Humour well enough in that Matter.
Ra. Then it behoves you to look about you, if you are wise.
Sy. But all this while here is not one Word about Dinner.
Ra. Out you Villain, one may see what your Mind runs on. I don't dine at Home, therefore come to me a little before Ten a-Clock, that you may wait upon me where I am to go to Dinner.
Sy. You have taken Care of yourself, but there is not a Bit of Bread for me to put into my Head.
Ra. If you have nothing to eat, you have something to hunger after.