"I would not be a serving-man
To carry the cloak-bag still,
Nor would I be a falconer
The greedy hawks to fill;
But I would be in a good house,
And have a good master too;
But I would eat and drink of the best,
And no work would I do."
This is it that keeps life and soul together, mirth. This is the philosopher's stone that they write so much on, that keeps a man ever young.
Enter a Boy.