[_Exit._ _Mr.H._ Another tolerable specimen of the comforts of going anonymous! _Enter Two Footmen._ _1st Footman._ You speak first.
_2d Footman._ You had better speak.
_1st Footman._ You promised to begin.
_Mr.H._ They have something to say to me.

The rascals want their wages raised, I suppose; there is always a favor to be asked when they come smiling.

Well, poor rogues, service is but a hard bargain at the best.

I think I must not be close with them.

Well, David--well, Jonathan.
_1st Footman._ We have served your honor faithfully-- _2d Footman._ Hope your honor won't take offence-- _Mr.H._ The old story, I suppose--wages?
_1st Footman._ That's not it, your honor.
_2d Footman._ You speak.
_1st Footman._ But if your honor would just be pleased to-- _2d Footman._ Only be pleased to-- _Mr.H._ Be quick with what you have to say, for I am in haste.
_1st Footman._ Just to-- _2d Footman._ Let us know who it is-- _1st Footman._ Who it is we have the honor to serve.
_Mr.H._ Why me, me, me; you serve me.
_2d Footman._ Yes, Sir; but we do not know who you are.
_Mr.H._ Childish curiosity! do not you serve a rich master, a gay master, an indulgent master?
_1st Footman._ Ah, Sir! the figure you make is to us, your poor servants, the principal mortification.
_2d Footman._ When we get over a pot at the publichouse, or in a gentleman's kitchen, or elsewhere, as poor servants must have their pleasures--when the question goes round, who is your master?
and who do you serve?
and one says, I serve Lord So-and-so, and another, I am Squire Such-a-one's footman-- _1st Footman_.