To be sure he has rather more manners about him than we can pretend to.
DAVID.
By my faith he has! and more sense too. What do you think he said to me the other day? David, says he, you only want a great wig upon your head and a gown upon your shoulders, to make as good a proser as many that we listen to in the pulpit or the bench. Now, wan't it very condescending in him to call such a poor unlearned man as me a proser, along with such great folks as these? Not that I regarded so much the compliment to myself, for God knows, it becometh not a mortal man to be proud, but I love to hear people speak rationally and civilly.
JENKINS.
Yes, there is nothing like it to be sure: but my young master is a very good master to me, and he spends his money like a gentleman.
DAVID.
I don't care a rush how he spends his money: they seem to be the greatest gentlemen now-a-days, who have least money to spend. But if you had fallen sick on the road, like that poor old devil in the rose chamber, would your master have stopp'd so long at a poor Country Inn, to attend you himself
