But cannot read his virtues in your bond: Which of you, as I enter'd, spake of betraying? Was it you, or you, or, thin-face, was it you? MARTIN. Whom does he call thin-face? SANDFORD. No prating, loon, but tell me who he was, That I may brain the villain with my staff, That seeks Sir Walter's life? You miserable men, With minds more slavish than your slave's estate, Have you that noble bounty so forgot, Which took you from the looms, and from the ploughs, Which better had ye follow'd, fed ye, cloth'd ye, And entertain'd ye in a worthy service, Where your best wages was s the world's repute, That thus ye seek his life, by whom ye live? Have you forgot too, How often in old times Your drunken mirths have stunn'd day's sober ears, Carousing full cups to Sir Walter's health ? Whom now ye Out of the reach of your poor treacheries. would betray, but that he lies This learn from me, Our master's secret sleeps with trustier tongues, Than will unlock themselves to carls like you. Go, get you gone, you knaves. Who stirs ? this staff Shall teach you better manners else. Well, we are going. ALL. SANDFORD. And quickly too, ye had better, for I see (Exeunt all but Sandford.) Enter Margaret, as in a fright, pursued by a Gentleman, who, seeing Sandford, retires muttering a curse. SANDFORD. MARGARET. SANDFORD. Good morrow to my fair mistress. chance I saw you, lady, so intent was I "Twaş a On chiding hence these graceless serving-men, Who cannot break their fast at morning meals This house hath been a scene of nothing else Since my old master quitted all his rights here. MARGARET. Each day I endure fresh insult from the scorn And free discourses, of the dissolute men, mirth. SANDFORD. Does my young master know of these affronts? MARGARET. I cannot tell. Perhaps he has not been told. pass. All things seem chang'd, I think. I had a friend, (I can't but weep to think him alter'd too,) These things are best forgotten; but I knew E'en with the dearest friend he had alive, That Margaret had suffer'd an affront. Some are too tame, that were too splenetic once. SANDFORD. "Twere best he should be told of these affronts. MARGARET. I am the daughter of his father's friend, I am not his servant maid, that I should wait I am somewhat proud: and Woodvil taught me pride. I was his favorite once, his playfellow in infancy, None once so pleasant in his eyes as Margaret. And all dear things summ'd up in her alone. all Being fashion'd to her liking. His flatteries taught me first this self-esteem, And ladies envied me the love of Woodvil. SANDFORD. He doth affect the courtier's life too much, And that has wrought this seeming change in him, That was by nature noble. "Tis these court-plagues, that swarm about our house, Have done the mischief, making his fancy giddy With images of state, preferment, place, Tainting his generous spirits with ambition. MARGARET. I know not how it is ; A cold protector is John grown to me. The mistress, and presumptive wife, of Wood vil Can never stoop so low to supplicate A man, her equal, to redress those wrongs, But which his own neglects have sanction'd rather, |