me to a blackamoor, and will I take such usage from her? what do I care for her cast gowns.
Har. Well, but she is liberal to you?
Bet. She liberal! she'll keep every thing that is worth keeping to herself, I warrant; and lord pity those who are bound to live with her! I'll seek out a new place for myself, and let the devil, if he will, wait upon her next, in the shape of blackamoor; they will befit company for one another, and if he gets the better of her for scolding, he is a better devil than I take him for: and I am sure, sir, if you were to see her—
Har. Get along! get along! you are too passionate yourself, to be credited.
Bet. I know what I know, I dont care what nobody says, no more I do; I know who to complain to.[Exit, grumbling.
Har. (alone.) What a malicious toad it is! I dare say now, she has done something very provoking, I cannot bear these pert chamber-maids, the very sight of them is offensive to me.
Enter Jonathan.
Jon. Good evening to your honour, can you tell me if Mr. Withrington be at home? for as how, my master has sent me with a message to him.
Har. (Impatiently.) Go to the house and enquire, I know nothing about it. (Jonathon goes into the house.)
Har. (Alone, after musing some time.) That girl has put me out of all heart though, with her