Serv.-Man. Here's a gentleman much desirous to see you, madam.
Lady Som. What is he for a man?
Serv.-Man. Nothing for a man, but much for a beast.
I think him lunatic; for he demands
What plate of his is stirring i' the house!
He calls your men his butlers, cooks, and stewards:
Kisses your women, and makes exceeding much
Of your coachman's wife.
Jus. Tut. Then he's a gentleman, for 'tis a true note of a gentleman to make much of other men's wives: bring him up. Ah, sirrah, makes he much of your coachman's wife? This gear will run a-wheels then shortly: a man may make much more of another man's wife than he can do of's own.
Lady Som. How much, brother?
Jus. Tut. A man may make with ease a punk, a child, a bastard, a cuckold, of another man's wife all at a clap; and that is much, I think.
Enter Serving-Man and Throat.
Serv.-Man. That's my lady.
Throat. For that thou first hast brought me to her sight,
I here create thee clerk of the kitchen:
No man shall beg it from thee.