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Lady. But pray, my Lord, why did you not stay with the Foot?

Gener. Begarra, Madama, because dere be great Differentia between de Gentlemen Officera and de Rogua de Sogiera; begarra, de Rogua de Sogiera lye upon de Grounda; but begar, de Gentleman Officera go to Bedda.

Lady. But, my Lord, tho by your Favour, you would have been more secure, if you had been together.

Gener. Begarra, Madama, you no understán de Art Militair.

Lord. Well, my Lord, how it was done is no great matter ; but, God be prais’d, it seems they are beaten,

Gener. Beata! Ay, begar, dey be very well beata: Begar, me beata dem, and me Killa dem like de Rogua. Lady. You beat 'em! How could you

beat 'em, when you were not there?

Gener. Begar, Madama, but they were beata by my Ordera.

Lady. How by your Order?

Gener. Why, begar, Madama, before me go to Bedda, me make' to dem one very good Speecha:

Lord. Ay; pray, my Lord, let us hear: What is it you said to them?

Gener. Begar, my Lore, me come to dem vid de great Golda Scarfa, begar very fine, vid a new Pirrewigga begar very handsom,


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and a brave Beaver Hatta; begar me Coka de Hatta, an look to dem as big as de Divel; Vid all de Gentleman Officera behinda me, an begar all very fina. So de Sogiera giva de great Shouta, ancry, God bless our Generalla, God bless your Excellensa; an alla dose tinga dat sho de respect an de lova to de Perfon o' de Qualite. So me say to dem, harka, you Rogua de Sogiera, me be your Generalla; me be a kin to my Cousin, the Marshal Ture

great General in de Varld; begar he sho me all de Trick 'o de Warra, an all de Poleteca; begar me tella you derefore one tinga: Begarra, if you stir from de Camp, you Rogua de Sogiera, begarra me hanga you by de Law Martialla; an Marka you me one ting more, when de Rebella coma, shoota de Musqueta, shoot de great Gonn, make de great Noisa, an begar when de Rebella Runna, kill de Rogua vid the Pike in de Back, & de Bulletin de Narsa.

Lady. O, was that then the Orders you gave them? Your Servant, my Lord.

[Exit Lady, Lord. Nay, if your Lordship said that, you

did all that a Man could do. Gener. Begar me know dat very wella: Begar me no come here to learna de Art Mi. litaira; begar me de teacha daç very wella in my own Contria. But, my Lore, begar me tella you one Historia will make you laffa : Begar

de Nit o' de Batalla me be in Bed vid one very pretty Womans; begar, my Lore, de Taut o de Occasione oʻ de Musketa, o' de Canno na, o’de Pika, de Bullet an de Sworda, begar So run in my Heada, dat begar me could do no tinga.

Lord. Ay, my Lord, I don't doubt of that. Your Lordships most humble Servant.

[Exit. Lord. Gener. Begar now dis be one very pretty tinga: Me beata de Enemy like de. Great Gém neralla, like de Man o’de Condu&ta, an be gar becausa me no born in Englanda, begar de Englishman laff at me. Odloona, dey be de straingia Natioon in de Varld. [Exit.


OR, The Husband


tbank bimself.

Written by the late Duke of Buckingham.

In a Dialogue between Freeman and Bellair. Freeman, ELL! if there are the bles


sed Effects of Marriage, the Lord keep me and all good Christians, I say,


out of the pale of Matrimony: But prithee, Bellair, is this their constant Course of Life? Bellair. Why really Yes. Only with this

. difference, that what thou faw'st yesterday, was nothing but meer Sport and Pastime to the terrible Tragedies I have seen.

Freeman. For my part, I can't comprehend how the Scene could possibly be worse. Methinks Sir John and my Lady threw Whore and Rogue at one another very plentifully.

Bellair. Pshaw, pshaw, Custom and Use have made those Words so familiar to them, that now they have lost all the poignancy of. their signification. Alas! 'twas a meer Calm, if compared to what Tempestuous Blustering Weather I have seen in the Family. Thou may'st as well think there runs as high a Sea in Chelsea Reach, as in the Bay of Biscay, as conclude from yesterday's Bickering what noble exploits are done among 'em, when both fides are Heroically inclin'd.

Freeman. I submit, since there's no disputing against Matter of Fad. However, pray inform me, what can be worfe than what I beheld yesterday? Can anything be more provoking, than for a Man to infult his Wife after that merciless rate; or more odious, than for a Woman to expose her Husband's Infirmities?


Bellair. Yes, I tell you, Blows are more provoking and odious.

What fignifie a few foolish angry Words? they don't break Bones, nor give Black Eyes. Besides, as I told you before, this sort of Language is now become so habitual to this worthy Couple, that it makes no manner of impression upon them. Mithridates, you know, by accustoming himself to Poison, brought his Body to such a pitch at lalt, that he could regale himself with Opium, and Feast upon Ratsbane.

Freeman. So Historians say indeed. 'Tis true, with the generality of Constitutions, Blows go a great deal farther than Words. But, does Sir John bestow such Favours often upon my Lady?

Beilair. I have seen him deliver her over to the secular Arm more than once. I remember, f Din'd there last Winter, by the same token a Quarrel happend about dressing of a Dish of Filh. Sir John swore the Cook deserved to be Crucified for spoiling so noble a brace of Carp. My Lady justified him, said the Sawce was of her own ordering, and rally'd Sir John very pleasantly upon the viciousness of bis Palate.

Freeman. Why, this is neither better nor worse than what I have seen in most Families.

Bellair, This nettled Sir John wonderfully, who you must know values himself upon


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