_Scrub_. Converted! ay, and perverted, my dear friend: for, I 'm afraid, he has made her a whore and a papist! But this is not all; there's the French count and Mrs. Sullen, they 're in the confederacy, and for some private ends of their own, to be sure. _Arch_. A very hopeful family yours, brother Scrub! suppose the maiden lady has her lover too? _Scrub_. Not that I know: she's the best on 'em, that's the truth on't: but they take care to prevent my curiosity, by giving me so much business, that I'm a perfect slave. What d' ye think is my place in this family? _Arch_. Butler, I suppose. 99 _Scrub_. Ah, Lord help you! I 'll tell you. Of a Monday I drive the coach, of a Tuesday I drive the plough, on Wednesday I follow the hounds, a Thursday I dun the tenants, on Friday I go to market, on Saturday I draw warrants, and a Sunday I draw beer. _Arch_. Ha! ha! ha! if variety be a pleasure in life, you have enough on't, my dear brother. But what ladies are those? _Scrub_. Ours, ours; that upon the right hand is Mrs. Sullen, and the other is Mrs. Dorinda. Don't mind 'em; sit still, man. {110} _Enter Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda_. _Mrs. Sul_. I have heard my brother talk of my Lord Aimwell; but they say that his brother is the finer gentleman. _Dor_. That's impossible, sister. _Mrs. Sul_. He's vastly rich, but very close, they say. _Dor_. No matter for that; if I can creep into his heart, I 'll open his breast, I warrant him: I have heard say, that people may be guessed at by the behaviour of their servants; I could wish we might talk to that fellow. {120} _Mrs. Sul_. So do I; for I think he 's a very pretty fellow. Come this way, I'll throw out a lure for him presently. [_Dorinda and Mrs. Sullen walk a turn towards the opposite side of the stage_. _Arch_. [_Aside_.] Corn, wine, and oil indeed!--But, I think, the wife has the greatest plenty of flesh and blood; she should be my choice.--Ay, ay, say you so!--[_Mrs. Sullen drops her glove. Archer runs, takes it up and gives to her_.] Madam--your ladyship's glove. _Mrs. Sul_. O sir, I thank you!--[To Dorinda.] What a handsome bow the fellow has! {131} _Dor_. Bow! why, I have known several footmen come down from London set up here for dancing-masters, and carry off the best fortunes in the country. _Arch_. [_Aside_.] That project, for aught I know, had been better than ours.--[_To Scrub_.] Brother Scrub, why don't you introduce me? _Scrub_. Ladies, this is the strange gentleman's servant that you saw at church to-day; I understood he came from London, and so I invited him to the cellar, that he might show me the newest flourish in whetting my knives. {142} _Dor_. And I hope you have made much of him? _Arch_. Oh yes, madam, but the strength of your lady ship's liquor is a little too potent for the constitution of your humble servant. _Mrs. Sul_. What, then you don't usually drink ale?