Jarvis. He shall be turned off at Tyburn, the dog; we'll hang him, if it be only to frighten the rest of the family.
Honeyw. No, Jarvis: it's enough that we have lost what he has stolen, let us not add to the loss of a fellow-creature.
Jarvis. Very fine; well, here was the footman just now, to complain of the butler; he says he does most work, and ought to have most wages.
Honeyw. That's but just: though perhaps here comes the butler to complain of the footman.
Jarvis. Ay, it's the way with them all, from the scullion to the privy-counsellor. If they have a bad master, they keep quarrelling with him; if they have a good master they keep quarrelling with one another.
Enter Butler drunk.
Butler. Sir, I'll not stay in the family with Jonathan: you must part with him, or part with me, that's the ex-ex-position of the matter, sir.
Honeyw. Full and explicit enough. But what's his fault, good Phillip?
Butler. Sir, he's given to drinking, sir, and I shall have my morals corrupted, by keeping such company.
Honeyw. Ha! ha! he has such a diverting way—