THIRD RETAINER. Out on you, crab! What next, what next? The Earl! FIRST RETAINER. Oh Walter, groom, our horses, do they match The Earl's? Alas, that first pair of the six-- They paw the ground--Ah Walter! and that brute Just on his haunches by the wheel! SIXTH RETAINER. Ay--ay! You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear, At soups and sauces: what's a horse to you? D'ye mark that beast they've slid into the midst So cunningly?--then, Philip, mark this further; No leg has he to stand on! FIRST RETAINER. No? that's comfort. SECOND RETAINER. Peace, Cook! The Earl descends. Well, Gerard, see The Earl at least! Come, there's a proper man, I hope! Why, Ralph, no falcon, Pole or Swede, Has got a starrier eye. THIRD RETAINER. His eyes are blue: But leave my hawks alone! FOURTH RETAINER. So young, and yet So tall and shapely! FIFTH RETAINER. Here's Lord Tresham's self! There now--there's what a nobleman should be! He's older, graver, loftier, he's more like A House's head. SECOND RETAINER. But you'd not have a boy --And what's the Earl beside?--possess too soon That stateliness? FIRST RETAINER. Our master takes his hand-- Richard and his white staff are on the move-- Back fall our people--(tsh!--there's Timothy Sure to get tangled in his ribbon-ties, And Peter's cursed rosette's a-coming off!) --At last I see our lord's back and his friend's; And the whole beautiful bright company Close round them--in they go! [Jumping down from the window-bench, and making for the table and its jugs.] Good health, long life, Great joy to our Lord Tresham and his House! SIXTH RETAINER. My father drove his father first to court, After his marriage-day--ay, did he! SECOND RETAINER. God bless Lord Tresham, Lady Mildred, and the Earl! Here, Gerard, reach your beaker! GERARD. Drink, my boys! Don't mind me--all's not right about me--drink! SECOND RETAINER [aside]. He's vexed, now, that he let the show escape! [To GERARD.] Remember that the Earl returns this way. GERARD. That way? SECOND RETAINER. Just so. GERARD. Then my way's here. [Goes.]