LUCY. I wonder thou hast the impudence to look me in the face.

SETTER. Adsbud, who's in fault, mistress of mine? who flung the
first stone? who undervalued my function? and who the devil could
know you by instinct?

LUCY. You could know my office by instinct, and be hanged, which
you have slandered most abominably. It vexes me not what you said
of my person; but that my innocent calling should be exposed and
scandalised--I cannot bear it.

SETTER. Nay, faith, Lucy, I'm sorry, I'll own myself to blame,
though we were both in fault as to our offices--come, I'll make you
any reparation.

LUCY. Swear.

SETTER. I do swear to the utmost of my power.

LUCY. To be brief, then; what is the reason your master did not
appear to-day according to the summons I brought him?

SETTER. To answer you as briefly--he has a cause to be tried in
another court.

LUCY. Come, tell me in plain terms, how forward he is with
Araminta.

SETTER. Too forward to be turned back--though he's a little in
disgrace at present about a kiss which he forced. You and I can