Leon. But you must feed
This foolish Steward with some shadow of
A future favour, that we may preserve him
To be our instrument.
Clar. Hang him.
Leon. For my sake, Sweet,
I undertook to speak for him, any Bauble,
Or slight employment in the way of service,
Will feed him fat.
Enter Malfort.
Clar. Leave him to me.
Mal. She comes, my Lady.
Clar. I will satisfie her.
Mal. How far have you prevail'd?
Leon. Observe.
Clar. Monsieur Malfort,
I must be brief, my cousin hath spoke much
In your behalf, and to give you some proof,
I entertain you as my servant,
You shall have the grace.