_Tru._ 'Tis very well, these lodgings are but homely for the Earl of Brumpton. Oh, that damned strumpet--that I should ever know my master's wife for such!--How many thousand things does my head run back to? After my poor father's death the good lord took me, because he was a captain in his regiment, and gave me education. I was, I think, three-and-twenty when this young lord within was christened; what a do there was about calling him Francis! [_Wipes his eyes._] These are but poor lodgings for him. I cannot bear the joy, to think that I shall save the family from which I've had my bread. _Enter_ TRIM. _Trim._ Sir, my lord will wait you immediately. _Tru._ Sir, 'tis my duty to wait him--[_As_ TRIM _is going_] but, sir, are not you the young man that attended him at Christchurch, in Oxford, and have followed him ever since? _Trim._ Yes, sir, I am. _Tru._ Nay, sir, no harm, but you'll thrive the better for it. _Trim._ I like this old fellow; I smell more money. [_Aside. Exit._ _Tru._ I think 'tis now eight years since I saw him--he was not then nineteen--when I followed him to the gate, and gave him fifty guineas, which I pretended his father sent after him. _Enter_ LORD HARDY. _Ld. H._ Mr. Trusty, I'm very glad to see you look very hale and jolly; you wear well. I'm glad to see it--but your commands to me, Mr. Trusty. _Tru._ Why, my lord, I presume to wait on your lordship. My lord, you're strangely grown; you're your father's very picture, you're he, my lord; you are the very man that looked so pleased to see me look so fine in my laced livery, to go to Court. I was his page when he was just such another as you. He kissed me afore a great many lords, and said I was a brave man's son, that taught him to exercise his arms. I remember he carried me to the great window, and bid me be sure to keep in your mother's sight in all my finery. She was the finest young creature; the maids of honour hated to see her at Court. My lord then courted my good lady. She was as kind to me on her death-bed; she said to me, Mr. Trusty, take care of my lord's second marriage for that child's sake. She pointed as well as she could to you. You fell a-crying, and said she should not die; but she did, my lord. She left the world, and no one like her in't. Forgive me, my honoured master. [_Weeps, runs to my lord, and hugs him._] I've often carried you in these arms that grasp you; they were stronger then, but if I die to-morrow, you're worth five thousand pounds by my gift--'tis what I've got in the family, and I return it to you with thanks. But alas! do I live to see you want it?[30] _Ld. H._ You confound me with all this tenderness and generosity. _Tru._ I'll trouble you no longer, my lord, but---- _Ld. H._ Call it not a trouble, for----