"GRIEF A LA MODE" "UNDERTAKER [_To his men_].

Well, come you that are to be mourners in this house, put on your sad looks, and walk by me that I may sort you.
Ha, you! a little more upon the dismal; [_forming their countenances_] this fellow has a good mortal look--place him near the corpse: that wainscot face must be o' top of the stairs; that fellow's almost in a fright (that looks as if he were full of some strange misery) at the entrance to the hall.

So--but I'll fix you all myself.

Let's have no laughing now on any provocation.

[_Makes faces_.] Look yonder, that hale, well-looking puppy! You ungrateful scoundrel, did not I pity you, take you out of a great man's service, and shew you the pleasure of receiving wages?
Did not I give you ten, then fifteen, now twenty shillings a week, to be sorrowful?
and the more I give you, I think, the gladder you are.
"_Enter a_ BOY.
"BOY.