Flirt. Then, that you do not think I will be served by a little dirty boy in a bonnet, but a couple of handsome, lusty, cleanly footmen, fit to serve ladies of quality, and do their business as they should do.
Mons. What then?
Flirt. Then, that you never grow jealous of them.
Mons. Why, will you make so much of them?
Flirt. I delight to be kind to my servants.
Mons. Well, is this all?
Flirt. No.—Then, that when you come to my house, you never presume to touch a key, lift up a latch, or thrust a door, without knocking beforehand: and that you ask no questions, if you see a stray piece of plate, cabinet, or looking-glass, in my house.
Mons. Just a wife in everything.—But what else?
Flirt. Then, that you take no acquaintance with me abroad, nor bring me home any when you are drunk, whom you will not be willing to see there when you are sober.
Mons. But what allowance? let's come to the main business; the money.