Marl. Thank ye, George! I ask no more; ha! ha! ha!
Enter Hardcastle.
Hard. I no longer know my own house. It's turned all topsy-turvy. His servants have got drunk already. I'll bear it no longer; and yet, from my respect for his father, I'll be calm. (To him. ) Mr. Marlow, your servant. I'm your very humble servant.
Bowing low.
Marl. Sir, your humble servant. (Aside.) What's to be the wonder now?
Hard. I believe, sir, you must be sensible, sir, that no man alive ought to be more welcome than your father's son, sir. I hope you think so.
Marl. I do, from my soul, sir. I don't want much entreaty. I generally make my father's son welcome wherever he goes.
Hard. I believe you do, from my soul, sir. But though I say nothing to your own conduct, that of your servants is insufferable. Their manner of drinking is setting a very bad example in this house, I assure you.
Hardcastle.—"I'm your very humble servant."—p. 358.