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That men of his coat should be minding

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


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


And now my

dream's out;

+ My lady's waitingwo


* Two of Sir Arthur's managers.


And after, methought, I had lost my new

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


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


Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I

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

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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


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 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


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


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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