He snubb'd me and huff''d me; but let me alone,
Egad! I've a tongue and I paid him his own.
Ye wives, take the hint, and when spouse is untow'rd,
Stand firm to our charter, and have the last word.
But now I'm quite alter'd, the more to my woe ;
I'm not what I was forty summers ago;

This time's a sore foe, there's no shunning his dert;
However, I keep up a pretty good heart.

Grown old, yet I hate to be sitting mumchance;
I still love a tune, though unable to dance;
And books of devotion laid by on my shelf,

[Exit.

The 'SQUIRE appears, descending the hill, with

I teach that to others I once did myself.

Huntsmen.

AIR.-The 'SQUIRE.

Hark, hark! the shrill horn calls the sportsmen abroad;

To horse, my brave boys, and away;

The morning is up, and the cry of the hounds

Upbraids our too tedious delay.

What pleasure we feel in pursuing the for!
O'er hill and o'er valley he flies;
Then follow, we'll soon overtake him-Huzza!
The traitor is seiz'd on, and dies.
Triumphant returning at night with the spoil,
Like Bacchanals, shouting and gay;
How sweet with a bottle and lass to refresh,
And lose the fatigues of the day!
With sport, love, and wine, fickle fortune defy;
Dull wisdom all happiness sours :

Since life is no more than a passage at best,
Let's strew the way over with flow'rs.

[Exeunt Huntsmen.

the door of the cottage.

The 'SQUIRE knocks at

afraid?

Here's neither spectre, ghost, nor goblin nigh;

tongue;

But know, above scanda
be put;

And laugh, as you roll in par
At draggle-tail chastey
If only thro' fear of the word
My coyness and modesty
shewn;

Its pardon 'twere eary with m But how, tell me how, I stum my own?

Leave morals to grey bearis, that design'd

For better employment

'Squire. Oh fie! child, love buds you be rock.

Nor any one but Cupid, you, and I.

Sally.

Sally. Unlucky!

[Aside.

But wherefore do you shrink, and trembling stand,

Sally.

kindBut virtue commands me be awa poor.

So coy, so silly?

Sally. Pray, sir, loose my hand.

AIR.-The 'SQUIRE.

When late I wander'd o'er the plain,
From nymph to nymph I strove in vain

My wild desires to rally;

But now they're of themselves come home,
And, strange, no longer seek to roam :
They centre all in Sally.

Yet she, unkind one, damps my joy;
And cries I court but to destroy:

Can love with ruin tally?
By those dear lips, those eyes, I swear,
I would all deaths, all torments bear,

Rather than injure Sally.

Come, then, oh! come, thou sweeter far
Than jessamine and roses are,

Or lilies of the valley;

Oh! follow love, and quit your fear,
He'll guide you to these arms, my dear,
And make me bless'd in Sally.

Sally. Sir, you bemean yourself; and, to be free,
Some lady you should choose of fit degree:
I am too low, too vulgar-

Cho.

Cho.

Cho.

He ne'er will urn his back,

To friend or foe;

No, masters, no;

My life for honest Jack.

He loves to range, &c., If saucy foes dare make a noise,

And to the sword appeal ; We out, and quickly lurn 'em boys, With whom they have to deal. We know no craft,

But 'fore and aft

Lay on our strokes amain;
Then, if they're stout,
For t'other bout,

We drub 'em o'er again.

We know no craft, &c. Or fair or foul, let Fortune blow, Our hearts are never dull; The pocket that to-day ebb: low, To-morrow shall be full; For if so be,

We want, d'ye see?

A pluck of this here stuff;

In India,

And Americ—a,

We're sure to find enough.

For if so be, &c.

All you would wish to succeed with a lass,
Learn how the affair's to be done;

For if you stand fooling, and shy, like an ass,
You'll lose her as sure as a gun.

With whining, and sighing, and vows, and all that,
As far as you please you may run;

She'll hear you, and jeer you, and give you a pat,
But jilt you, as sure as a ga

To worship, and call her bright goddess, is fine;
But mark you the consequence, mum;
The baggago will think herself really divine,
And scorn you as sure as a gun.

Then be with a maiden, bold, frolic, and stout,
And no opportunity shun;

She'll tell you she hates you, and swear she'll cry out,
But mum-she's as sure as a gun.
[Exeunt.

Enter SALLY, with a milking pail. Sally. How cruel those who, with ungen' rous aim, Strive to seduce, and bring poor maids to shame!

That brutish 'squire! but wherefore should I fear?
I ne'er can turn false-hearted to my dear.
No, when he came his last farewell to take,
He bid me wear this token for his sake;
He shall not prove me fickle and unkind;
Or say, that-out of sight was out of mind.
• AIR. SALLY.

Auspicious spirits guard my love,

In time of danger near him bide;
With out-spread wings around him move,
And turn each random ball aside.
And you his foes, though hearts of steel,
Oh! may you then with me accord;
A sympathetic passion feel,

Behold his face, and drop the sword.
Ye winds, your blust'ring fury leave;

Like airs that o'er the garden sweep;
Breathe soft in sighs, and gently heave

The calm, smooth bosom of the deep.
Till halcyon peace return'd, once more,
From blasts secure, and hostile harms,
My sailor views his native shore,
And harbours safe in these fond arms.
Enter the 'SQUIRE.

'Squire.

Sally.

'Squire.

Sally.

'Squire.

DUET.-The 'SQUIRE and SALLY.
Well met, pretty maid;
Nay, don't be afraid;

I mean you no mischief, I vow;
Psha! what is't you ail?

Come, give me your pat,

And I'll carry it up to your cow.

Pray let it alone,

Pre hands of my own,

Nor need your's to help me-forbear!

How can you persist?

I won't, sir, be kiss'd,

Nor teas'd thus-go trifle elsewhere.

In yon lonely grove,

I saw an alcove,

All round the sweet violet springs; And there was a thrush,

Hard by in a bush,

'Twould charm you to hear how he sings.

But hark! pr'ythee, hark!
Look, yonder's a lark,

It warbles and pleases me so;
To hear the soft tale,
O' th' sweet nightingale,
I would not be tempted to go.

Then here we'll sit down;
Come, come. never frown,
No longer my bliss I'll retard;

Kind Venus shall spread,

Her veil over head,

TRIO.-The 'SQUIRE, THOMAS, and SALLY. 'Squire. Saucy rascal, this intrusion

You shall answer to your cost: Bully'd-scandaliz'd!—confusion! All my schemes and wishes cross'd. Thomas. Hark you, master, keep your distance; 'Sblood! take notice what I say: There's the channel, no resistance, Tack about, and bear away. Would you wrest our freedom from us? Now my heart has lost its fear: Oh! my best, my dearest Thomas, Sure some angel brought you here.

Sally.

'Squire, Since her paltry inclination,

Stoops to such a thing as you;

Thus I make a recantation,

Wretched, foolish girl, adieu !

part

But hang this talking, my desires are kee You see yon steeple, and know what i = DUET. THOMAS and Sallt

Thomas. Let fops pretend in fames to mak And talk of pangs they never fa, I speak without disguise er ar And with my hand bestow my heart Let ladies prudishly deny,

Sally.

Look cold, and give them thonynca the a I own the passion in my breast, And long to make my lover vat Thomas, For this the sailor on the mast, Endures the cold and cutting hat All dripping wet, wears out the my And braves the fury of the byt For this the virgin penes and nýti With throbbing heart, and it Till weet reverse of joy the And clasps the faithful ladine ume Ye British youths, be bram, The British virgins will be ans, Protect their beauty from darm And they'll repay you with i

Sally.

[Exit.

Sally. Oh! welcome, welcome! How shall I im

The joy this happy meeting gives my heart?
Now, Tom, in safety stay at home with me,
And never trust again that treach'rous sea.

Thomas. Excuse me, Sal, while mighty George bas foes,

On land and main, their malice I'll oppose.

Both.