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'Faith I will go and inquire out a new service: for I will never be box'd by my fellow-servant that was, although now she is prefer'd to be House-keeper.
How came the quarrel betwixt you?
Why now, forsooth, she is come to Order and to Rectifie, she's not only grown light-finger'd, but fine-finger'd, as to touch nothing that is
not bright-scour'd, nor then neither, without her gloves; and she calld for a candle and a candlestick to carry into my Masters Chamber, and I for haste run up with the candle, and forgot the candlestick, and had left it behind me: when I came, what, said she, do you bring a candle without a candlestick? Alas said I, I have forgot it; but hold you the candle, said I, and I will run and fetch the stick strait, and so I put the candle into her hand: with that, she up with her hand, and gave me a box on the ear, what, said she, do you give me a greasie candle to hold? I will teach you more manners, said she, against the next time: I being heated at the blow she gave me, cold her, that she had forgot since the Mouse bit her greasie face when she was asleep, taking it for a candles-end, or a piece of bacon: with that, she flew upon me, and I at her, where in the combat we made such a noise, as my Master came forth of his Chamber, and parted us, and then he bid me ge•• me out of his house, but kiss'd her, and pray'd her to pacifie her anger, and not to distemper her self with a rude wench as I was.
And what said she then?
Why she told my Master I was a naughty Baggage, a dirty Slur, a base Whore, and all the ill names she could; but I will not suffer this, for I will be gone.
Nay, let us stay until we are provided of other Services.