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That men of his coat should be minding

their pray’rs, And not among ladies to give themselves

airs.

Thusargu'd my lady, but argu'd in vain; Theknight his opinion resolv'd to maintain.

But + Hannah, who liften'd to all that

was past, And could not endure so vulgar a taste, As soon as her ladyship call’d to be dreft, Cry'd, madam, why surely my master's pof

fest. Sir Arthur the maltfter; how fine it will

found! I'd rather the bawn weresunk under ground. But madam, I guess’d there would never

come good, When I saw him so often with * Darby and Wood.

for I was adream'd That I saw a huge rat, Ò dear, how I

scream'd!

And now my

dream's out;

+ My lady's waitingwo

man.

* Two of Sir Arthur's managers.

And

And after, methought, I had lost my new

shoes; And Molly, she said, I should hear some ill

news.

Dear madam, had you but the spirit to

teaze, You might have a barrack whenever you

please: And, madam, I always believ'd you fostout, That for twenty denials you would not

give out. If I had a husband like him, I purtest, 'Till he gave me my will, I would give

him no rest; And rather than come in the fame pair of

sheets With such a cross man, I would lie in the

streets: But, madam, I beg you contrive and in vent, And worry him out, 'till he gives his con

fent.

Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I

think, An I were to be hang’d I can't sleep a

wink:
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For

For if a new crotchet comes into my brain,
I can't get it out, tho' I'd never fo fain.
I fancy already a barrack contriv'd
At Hamilton's bawn, and the troop is

arriv’d; Of this to be sure Sir Arthur has warning, And waits on the captain betimes the next

morning,

Now sce when they meet how their

honours behave; Noble captain your servant-Sir Arthur

your slave;

You honour me much--the honour is

mine, 'Twas a sad rainy night--but the morn

ing is fine Pray how does my lady?-my wife's at

your service.

on you

I think I have seen her picture by Jervis. Good-morrow, good captain,—I'll wait

downYou sha'n't ftir a foot-you'll think me

a clown For all the world, captain, not half an inch

farther You must be obey'd—your servant, Sir Arthur;

My

My humble respects to my lady unknown.-I hope you will use my house as your own.

“ Go bring me my smock, and leave

« off your prate, “ Thou hast certainly gotten a cup in thy

“pate.” Pray madam be quiet; what was it I

faid?You had like to have put it quite out of

my head.

Next day, to be sure, the captain will

come

At the head of his troops, with trumpet

and drum : Now, madam, observe how he marches in

ftate : The man with the kettle-drum enters the

gate : Dub, dub, adub, dub. The trumpeters

follow, Tantara, tantara, while all the boys hol

low. See now comes the captain all daub'd with

gold lace:

O law! the sweet gentleman! look in his face;

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And see how he rides like a lord of the land, With the fine flaming sword that he holds

in his hand; And his horse, the dear creter, it prances

and rears;

With ribbons in knots at its tail and its

ears:

At last comes the troop, by the word of

command, Drawn up in our court; when the captain

cries, STAND. Your ladyship lifts up the fafh to be seen (For sure I had dizen'd you out like a queen); The captain, to shew he is proud of the

favour, Looks up to your window, and cocks up

his beaver (His beaver is cock’d; pray, madam, mark

that, For a captain of horse never takes off his

hat; Because he has never a hand that is idle ; For the right holds the sword, and the left

holds the bridle). Then flourishes thrice his sword in the air, As a compliment due to a lady so fair;

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