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He took this house.-This house! this den.

See but the temper of some men.
And I, forsooth, am hither hurl'd,
To live quite out of all the world.
Husband, indeed!

Mrs. B.

Hist! lower, pray,

The child hears every word you say.

See how he looks

Mrs. S.

Jacky, come here,

There's a good boy, look up, my dear. 'Twas not papa we talk'd about.

-Surely he cannot find it out.

Mrs. B. See how the urchin holds his hands. Upon my life he understands.

-There's a sweet child, come, kiss me, come,

Will Jacky have a sugar-plum?

Mrs. S. This person, madam, (call him so And then the child will never know)

From house to house would ramble out,

And every night a drunken-bout.

For at a tavern he will spend

His twenty shillings with a friend.
Your rabbits fricasseed and chicken,
With curious choice of dainty picking,
Each night got ready at the Crown,
With port and punch to wash 'em down,
Would scarcely serve this belly-glutton,

Whilst we must starve on mutton, mutton.

Mrs. B. My good man, too-Lord bless us ! wives Are born to lead unhappy lives,

Although his profits bring him clear
Almost two hundred pounds a year,
Keeps me of cash so short and bare,
That I have not a gown to wear;
Except my robe, and yellow sack,
And this old lutestring on my back.
-But we've no time, my dear, to waste.
Come, where's your cardinal, make haste.
The king, God bless his majesty, I say,
Goes to the house of lords to-day,
In a fine painted coach and eight,
And rides along in all his state.

And then the queen

Mrs. S.

Ay, ay, you know,

Great folks can always make a show.

But tell me, do-I've never seen

Her present majesty, the queen.

Mrs. B. Lard! we've no time for talking now, Hark!-one-two-three-'tis twelve I vow.

Mrs. S. Kitty, my things,-I'll soon have done, It's time enough, you know, at one. -Why, girl! see how the creature stands! Some water here to wash my hands. -Be quick-why sure the gipsy sleeps! Look how the drawling daudle creeps. That bason there-why don't you pour ? Go on, I say-stop, stop-no more— Lud! I could beat the hussy down, She's pour'd it all upon my gown.

-Bring me my ruffles-canst not mind?
And pin my handkerchief behind.
Sure thou hast awkwardness enough,
Go-fetch my gloves, and fan, and muff.

-Well, heav'n be prais'd-this work is done,
I'm ready now, my dear-let's run.
Girl,—put that bottle on the shelf,
And bring me back the key yourself.

Mrs. B. That clouded silk becomes you much,
I wonder how you meet with such,
But you've a charming taste in dress.
What might it cost you, madam ?

Mrs. S.

Guess.
Mrs. B. Oh! that's impossible-for I
Am in the world the worst to buy.
Mrs. S. I never love to bargain hard,

Five shillings, as I think, a yard.
—I was afraid it should be gone—

'Twas what I'd set my heart upon.

Mrs. B. Indeed you bargain'd with success, For it's a most delightful dress.

Besides, it fits you to a hair,

And then 'tis slop'd with such an air.

Mrs. S. I'm glad you think so,-Kitty, here,

Bring me my cardinal, my dear.

Jacky, my love, nay don't you cry,

Take you abroad! Indeed not I;

For all the bugaboes to fright ye

Besides, the naughty horse will bite ye;

With such a mob about the street,

Bless me, they'll tread you under feet.
Whine as you please, I'll have no blame,
You'd better blubber, than be lame.
Kitty, I say, here, take the boy,
And fetch him down the last new toy,
Make him as merry as you can,

-There, go to Kitty-there's a man.
Call in the dog, and shut the door.

Now, ma'm.

Mrs. B. Oh lard!

Mrs. S.

Pray go before.

Madam, pray.

Mrs. B. I can't indeed, now.

Mrs. S.

Mrs. B. Well then, for once, I'll lead the way.

Mrs. S. Lard! what an uproar! what a throng! How shall we do to get along?

What will become of us?-look here,

Here's all the king's horse-guards, my dear.
Let us cross over-haste, be quick,
-Pray, sir, take care-your horse will kick.
He'll kill his rider-he's so wild.

-I'm glad I did not bring the child.

Mrs. B. Don't be afraid, my dear, come on,

Why don't you see the guards are gone?
Mrs. S. Well, I begin to draw my breath;

But I was almost scar'd to death;

For where a horse rears up and capers,

It always puts me in the

vapours.

VOL. V.

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For as I live,-nay, don't you laugh, 1

I'd rather see a toad by half,

They kick and prance, and look so bold,
It makes my very blood run cold.
But let's go forward-come, be quick,
The crowd again grows vastly thick.

Mrs. B. Come you from Palace-yard, old dame?
Old Woman. Troth, do I, my young ladies, why?
Mrs. B. Was it much crowded when
you came ?>
Mrs. S. And is his majesty gone by?.
Mrs. B. Can we get in, old lady, pray,
To see him robe himself to-day?

'Mrs. S. Can you direct us, dame ? Old Woman.

Troy could not stand a siege for ever.

By frequent trying, Troy was won,

All things, by trying, may be done.

Endeavour

Mrs.B. Go thy ways, Proverbs-well, she's goneShall we turn back, or venture on? Look how the folks press on before,

And throng impatient at the door.

Mrs. S. Perdigious! I can hardly stand,
Lord bless me, Mrs. Brown, your hand;

And you, my dear, take hold of hers,
For we must stick as close as burrs,
Or in this racket, noise and pother,
We certainly shall lose each other.
-Good God! my cardinal and sack
Are almost torn from off my back.

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