Lady. Is all this spoke in earnest?
Elder Lo. Yes and more as soon as I can get it out.
Lady. Well out with't.
Elder Lo. You are, let me see.
Lady. One that has us'd you with too much respect.
Elder Lo. One that hath us'd me (since you will have it so) the basest, the most Foot-boy-like, without respect of what I was, or what you might be by me; you have us'd me, as I would use a jade, ride him off's legs, then turn him to the Commons; you have us'd me with discretion, and I thank ye. If you have many more such pretty Servants, pray build an Hospital, and when they are old, pray keep 'em for shame.
Lady. I cannot think yet this is serious.
Elder Lo. Will you have more on't?
Lady. No faith, there's enough if it be true: Too much by all my part; you are no Lover then?
Elder Lo. No, I had rather be a Carrier.