Hang her, 'tis pity such as she should ride.
_Waiting-maid_.

I think she is a witch; I have tired myself out With sticking pins in her pillow; still she scapes them-- _Butler_.

And I with helping her to mum for claret, But never yet could cheat her dainty palate.
_Housekeeper_.

Well, well, she is the guest of our good Mistress, And so should be respected.

Though, I think, Our master cares not for her company, He would ill brook we should express so much By rude discourtesies, and short attendance, Being but servants.