Boy. My lord will wait on you here immediately. [Exit Boy.
Tru. 'Tis very well, these lodgings are but homely for the Earl of Brumpton. Oh, that damned strumpet—that I should ever know my master's wife for such!—How many thousand things does my head run back to? After my poor father's death the good lord took me, because he was a captain in his regiment, and gave me education. I was, I think, three-and-twenty when this young lord within was christened; what a do there was about calling him Francis! [Wipes his eyes.] These are but poor lodgings for him. I cannot bear the joy, to think that I shall save the family from which I've had my bread.
Enter Trim.
Trim. Sir, my lord will wait you immediately.
Tru. Sir, 'tis my duty to wait him—[As Trim is going] but, sir, are not you the young man that attended him at Christchurch, in Oxford, and have followed him ever since?
Trim. Yes, sir, I am.
Tru. Nay, sir, no harm, but you'll thrive the better for it.
Trim. I like this old fellow; I smell more money. [Aside. Exit.
Tru. I think 'tis now eight years since I saw him—he was not then nineteen—when I followed him to the gate, and gave him fifty guineas, which I pretended his father sent after him.
Enter Lord Hardy.