Prudence, Trundle.
Good Trundle you must straight make ready the Coach,
And lead the horses out but half a Mile,
Into the Fields, whether you will, and then
Drive in again, with the Coach-leaves put down,
At the back Gate, and so to the back Stairs,
As if you brought in some body to my Lady,
A Kinswoman that she sent for. Make that answer,
If you be ask'd; and give it out i'the House so.
Tru. What Trick is this, good Mistress Secretary,
You'ld put upon us? Pru. Us? Do you speak plural?
Tru. Me and my Mares are us. Pru. If you so join 'em.
Elegant trundle, you may use your Figures:
I can but urge, it is my Ladies Service.
Tru. Good Mistress Prudence, you can urge enough.
I know you are Secretary to my Lady,
And Mistress Steward. Pru. You'll still be trundling,
And ha' your Wages stopt, now at the Audite.
Tru. Tis true, you're Gentlewoamn o'the Horse too;
Or what you will beside, Pru. I do think it:
My best t'obey you. Pru. And I think so too, Trundle.