He took this house.-This house! this den. See but the temper of some men. 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. 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 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? -Well, heav'n be prais'd-this work is done, Mrs. B. That clouded silk becomes you much, Mrs. S. Guess. Five shillings, as I think, a yard. '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. -There, go to Kitty-there's a man. 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. -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? 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. D 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, Mrs. B. Come you from Palace-yard, old dame? '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, And you, my dear, take hold of hers, |