_Ateu._ Why, so, Ateukin, this becomes thee best: Wealth, honour, ease, and angels in thy chest. Now may I say, as many often sing, "No fishing to[252] the sea, nor service to a king." Unto this high promotion doth belong Means to be talk'd of in the thickest throng. And first, to fit the humours of my lord, Sweet lays and lines of love I must record; And such sweet lines and love-lays I'll indite, As men may wish for, and my liege delight: And next, a train of gallants at my heels, That men may say, the world doth run on wheels; For men of art, that rise by indirection To honour and the favour of their king, Must use all means to save what they have got, And win their favours whom they never knew. If any frown to see my fortunes such, A man must bear a little,--not too much! But, in good time!--these bills portend, I think, That some good fellows do for service seek. [_Reads._ _If any gentleman, spiritual or temporal, will entertain out of his service, a young stripling of the age of thirty years, that can sleep with the soundest, eat with the hungriest, work with the sickest, lie with the loudest, face with the proudest, etc., that can wait in a gentleman's chamber when his master is a mile off, keep his stable when 'tis empty, and his purse when 'tis full, and hath many qualities worse than all these, let him write his name and go his way, and attendance shall be given._ By my faith, a good servant: which is he? _Slip._ Truly, sir, that am I. _Ateu._ And why dost thou write such a bill? Are all these qualities in thee? _Slip._ O Lord, ay, sir, and a great many more, some better, some worse, some richer, some poorer. Why, sir, do you look so? do they not please you? _Ateu._ Truly, no, for they are naught, and so art thou: if thou hast no better qualities, stand by. _Slip._ O, sir, I tell the worst first; but, an you lack a man, I am for you: I'll tell you the best qualities I have. _Ateu._ Be brief, then. _Slip._ If you need me in your chamber, I can keep the door at a whistle; in your kitchen, turn the spit, and lick the pan, and make the fire burn; but if in the stable,-- _Ateu._ Yea, there would I use thee. _Slip._ Why, there you kill me, there am I! and turn me to a horse and a wench, and I have no peer. _Ateu._ Art thou so good in keeping a horse? I pray thee, tell me how many good qualities hath a horse. _Slip._ Why, so, sir: a horse hath two properties of a man, that is, a proud heart, and a hardy stomach; four properties of a lion, a broad breast, a stiff docket,--hold your nose, master,--a wild countenance, and four good legs; nine properties of a fox, nine of a hare, nine of an ass, and ten of a woman. _Ateu._ A woman! why, what properties of a woman hath a horse?