_Mons. Jarni!_ he does not only make a Spaniard of me, but a Spanish jennet, in giving me to his lackey to walk.--But come along, little master. [_The_ Black _instructs_ Monsieur _on one side of the stage_, PRUE _standing on the other._ _Prue._ O the unfortunate condition of us poor chambermaids! who have all the carking and caring, the watching and sitting up, the trouble and danger of our mistresses' intrigues, whilst they go away with all the pleasure! And if they can get their man in a corner, 'tis well enough; they ne'er think of the poor watchful chambermaid, who sits knocking her heels in the cold, for want of better exercise, in some melancholy lobby or entry, when she could employ her time every whit as well as her mistress, for all her quality, if she were but put to't. [_Aside._ _Black._ Hold up your head, hold up your head sir:--a stooping Spaniard, _malo!_ _Mons._ True, a Spaniard scorns to look upon the ground. _Prue._ We can shift for our mistresses, and not for ourselves. Mine has got a handsome proper young man, and is just going to make the most of him; whilst I must be left in the lurch here with a couple of ugly little blackamoor boys in bonnets, and an old withered Spanish eunuch; not a servant else in the house, nor have I hopes of any comfortable society at all. [_Aside._ _Black._ Now let me see you make your visit-leg, thus. _Mons._ Auh, _tête non!_--ha! ha! ha! _Black._ What! a Spaniard, and laugh aloud! No, if you laugh, thus only--so--Now your salutation in the street, as you pass by your acquaintance; look you, thus--if to a woman, thus--putting your hat upon your heart; if to a man, thus, with a nod--so--but frown a little more, frown:--but if to a woman you would be very ceremonious to, thus--so--your neck nearer your shoulder--so--Now, if you would speak contemptibly of any man, or thing, do thus with your hand--so--and shrug up your shoulders till they hide your ears.--[Monsieur _imitating the_ Black.] Now walk again. [_The_ Black _and_ Monsieur _walk off the stage._ _Prue._ All my hopes are in that coxcomb there: I must take up with my mistress's leavings, though we chambermaids are wont to be beforehand with them. But he is the dullest, modestest fool, for a frenchified fool, as ever I saw; for nobody could be more coming to him than I have been, though I say it, and yet I am ne'er the nearer. I have stolen away his handkerchief, and told him of it; and yet he would never so much as struggle with me to get it again: I have pulled off his peruke, untied his ribbons, and have been very bold with him: yet he would never be so with me: nay, I have pinched him, punched him and tickled him; and yet he would never do the like for me. _Re-enter the_ Black _and_ Monsieur. _Black._ Nay, thus, thus, sir.