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Sir Roger, Sir HUMPHRY,Justice STATUTE,
CONSTABLE, FILBERT, SERGEANT, KIT-
TY, DORCAS, GRANDMOTHER, Aunt.
ERE, Thomas Filbert, answer to your name,
Dorcas hath sworn to you she owes her shamc:
Or wed her straight, or else you're fent afar,
To serve his gracious Majesty in war
Tis false ; 'tis false --I scorn thy odious touch.
[Pufhing Dorcas from him.
When their turn's serv'd, all men will do as much.
Ah, good your Worships, ease. a wretched maid,
To the right. father let the child be laid.
Art thou not perjurd ? mark his harmless look.
How can't thou, Dorcas, kiss the Bible book?
Hast thou no confcience, doft not fear Old Nick?
Sure sure the ground will ope, and take thee quick.
SERGE A NT.
Zooks ! never wed, 'tis safer much to roam;
For what is war abroad to war at home?
Who would not sooner bravely risque his life
For what's a cannon to a scolding wife?
Well, if I muft, I must, I hate the wench,
P'll bear a mulket then against the French.
From door to door I'd sooner whine and beg,
Both arms shot off, and on a wooden leg,
fuch a trapes-No, no, I'll not : -Thou wilt too late repent when I am shot. But, Kitty, why doft cry?
-Stay, Justice, stay ;
Ah, little did I think to see this day !
Must Grandson Filbert to the wars be prest ?
Alack! I knew him when he suck'd the breaft,
Taught him his catechism, the fescue held,
And join'd his letters, when the bantling spellid.
His loving mother left him to my care,
Fine child, as "like his Dad as he could stare!
Come Candle mas, nine years ago fhe dy'd,
And now lies buried by the yew-tree's side.
A U N T.
O tyrant Justices ! have you forgot
How my poor brother was in Flanders shot?
You press'd my brother-he fhall walk in white,
He thall-and shake your curtains ev'ry night.
What though a paltry hare he rafhly kill'd,
That cross'd the furrows while he plough'd the Field as
You sent him o'er the hills and far away ;.
Left his old mother to the parish pay,
With whom he shar'd his ten pence' ev'ry day.
Wat kill'd a bird, was from his farm turn'd out.
You took the law of Tbomas for a trout ::
You ruin'd my poor uncle at the fizes,
And made him pay nine pound for Nissprises.
Now will you press my harmless nephew too?
Ah? what has conscience with the rich to do !
[Sir Roger takes up the Tankard. Though in my hand no filver tankard fhine, Nor my dry lip be dy'd with claret wine, Yet I can sleep in peaceSir ROGER. [ After baring drunki -Woman, forbear.
Şir HUMPHRY. [Drinking. The man's within the act. Justice STATUTE.
[Drinking also. The law is clear,
Haste, let their Worships orders be obey'd.
Behold how low you have reduc'd a maid.
Thus to your Worships on my knees I sue,
(4 posture never known but in the pew.).
If we can money for our taxes find,
Tåke that but ah! our sweethearts leave behind.
To trade fo barb'rous he was never bred,
The blood of vermin all the blood he shed:.
How should he, harmless youth, how should he then
Who kill'd but poulcats, learn to murder men::
O Thomas, Thomas, hazard not thy life;
By all that's good, I'll make a loving wile ;
I'll prove a true pains-taker day and night,
I'll spin and card, and keep our children tight.
I can knit ftockings, you can-thatch a barn;
If you earn ten-pence, I my groat can earn.
How shall I weep to hear this infant cry?
[Her hand on her belly. He'll have no father--and no husband I.
Hold, Thomas, hold, nor hear that shameless witch :
I can fow plain-work, I can darn and stitch;
I can bear sultry days and frosty weather ;
Yes, yes, my Thomas, we will go together;
Beyond the seas together will we go,
In camps together, as at harvest, glow.
This arm shall be a bolster for thy head,
I'll fetch clean straw to make my soldier's bed :
There, while thou sleep'it, my apron o'er thee hold,
Or with it patch thy tent against the cold.
Pigs in hard rains I've watch'd, and shall I do
That for the pigs, I would not bear for you ?
Oh, Kitty, Kitty, canst thou quit the rake,
And leave these meadows for thy sweetheart's fake?
Canft thou so many gallant soldiers see,
And captains and lieutenants flight for me?
Say, canst thou hear the
and never shake, Nor start at oaths that make a christian quake?