Yet footmen call from friends of wealth,
To make inquiries of her health.
Go bolt up stairs; if not awake,
Give her at least a gentle shake:
If she's offended, blame her blindness
To such a Lord or Lady's kindness;
'Tis time enough if fiercely curb'd,
To say, "She cannot be disturb'd."
If your young Mistress be an heiress,
'Jimini!' what a chance then there is.