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. -There's a sweet child, come, kiss me, come, 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! -Bring me my ruffles-canst not mind? Mrs. S. you much, 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; 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. 1 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. -Pray, sir, take care-your horse will kick. -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 scard to death;} VOL. V. D For as I live,-nay, don't you laugh, They kick and prance, and look so bold, Mrs. B. Come you from Palace-yard, old dame? Mrs. B. Can we get in, old lady, pray, 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 gone- Mrs. S. Perdigious! I can hardly stand, |