he is for a king, thou art poor enough. What wouldst thou? Service. Who wouldst thou serve? You. Dost thou know me, fellow? No, sir; but you have that in your countenance which I would fain call master. What's that? Authority. What services canst thou do? I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly: that which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence. How old art thou? Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any thing: I have years on my back forty eight. Follow me; thou shalt serve me: if I like thee no worse after dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner! Where's my knave? my fool? Go you, and call my fool hither. You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter? So please you,-- What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back. Where's my fool, ho? I think the world's asleep. How now! where's that mongrel? He says, my lord, your daughter is not well. Why came not the slave back to me when I called him. Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not. He would not! My lord, I know not what the matter is; but, to my judgment, your highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as you were wont; there's a great abatement of kindness appears as well in the general dependants as in the duke himself also and your daughter. Ha! sayest thou so? I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for my duty cannot be silent when I think your highness wronged. Thou but rememberest me of mine own conception: I have perceived a most faint neglect of late; which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence and purpose of unkindness: I will look further into't. But where's my fool? I have not seen him this two days. Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool hath much pined away. No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you, and tell my daughter I would speak with her. Go you, call hither my fool. O, you sir, you, come you hither, sir: who am I, sir? My lady's father. 'My lady's father'! my lord's knave: your whoreson dog! you slave! you cur! I am none of