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He snubb'd me and huf'd me; but let me alone, 'Squire. Rather say,
Egad! I've a tongue and I paid him hisown. There's some more favour'd rivalists
Ye wives, take the hint, and when spouse is untow'rd, Some happy sweetheart in your thoughts
Stand firm to our charter, and have the last word. For him you keep your favcers; the
But now I'm quite alter'd, the more to my woe ;

'Sally. Well, if it be, 'tis Deither she I'm not what I was forty simmers ago ;

An honest lad he is, of bonest kn: This time's a sore foe, there's no shunning his dcrt;

No higher than my equal I pretend: However, I keep up a pretty good heart.

You have your answer, sir, and there'ize Grown old, yet I hate to be sitting mumchance ;

DUET.-The 'SQUIRs and SSL I still love a tune, though unable to dance ; And books of devotion laid by on my shelf,

'Squite. Come, come, my dear gira I= I teach thai to others I once did myself. [Erit.


Fine clothes you skell fizas a The 'SQUIRE appears, descending the hill, with

it auay.

I'll give you this purke, too;

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

we'll kiss and se'll toy el te To horse, my brave bys, and awry;

mer's day. The morning is up, and the cry of the hounds Sally. Of kissing and toying yo sa Upbraids our loo tedious delay.

tir'd, What pleasure we feel in pursuing the for!

Ok! should hapless Sets O'er hill and o'er valley he flies ;

raught. Then follow, we'll soon overtake him-Huzza!

Besides, sir, believe me, Icons The traitor is seiz'd on, and dies.

The heart's not renk geisyer

be boughi. Triumphant returning at night with the spoil, Like Bacchanals, shouting and gay;

'Squire. Perhaps you're afraid of se si How sweet with a bottle and lass to refresh,

tongue; And lose the fatigues of the day!

But knox, above scende se With sport, love, and wine, fickle fortune defy;

be put; Dull wisdom all happiness sours :

And laugh, as you roll is y* Since life is no more ihan a passage at best,

At draggle-tail chatea Let's strew the way over with flow'rs.

Sally If only thro' fear of the world (Exeunt Huntsmen. The 'SQUIRE knocks at

My coyness and sudesys the door of the cottage.

sheun; Enter Sally.

Its pardon 'twere easy mia

But hou, tell me bos, la Sally. Ah! whither have my heedless steps be

my own! tray'd ? Squire. Where would you fly 8 of who are you 'Squire. Leave morals to grey bears, the afraid ?

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

For better esployment Nor any one but Cupid, you, and I.

Sally. Sally. Unlucky!

(Aside. 'Squire. Oh fie ! child, love bida ya hack, 'Squire. 'Sdeath! she sets me all on fire.

kindBewitching girl! I languish with desire.

Sally. But wherefore do you shrink, and trembling stand,

But virtue command dies

So coy, so silly?
Sally. Pray, sir, loose my hand.

When late I wander'd o'er the plain,

From nymph to nymph I strove in vain
My wild desires to rally;

SCENE I.-The Sesais
But now they're of themselves come home,
And, strange, no longer seek to roam : Enter Thomas, with Sailors in a basi fos
They centre all in Sally,

they land.
Yet she, unkind one, damps my joy ;

Thomas. Avast! my boys, avast! all basis
And cries I court but to destroy :

Messmates, what cheer?' Old Englas
Can love with ruin tally?
By those dear lips, those eyes, I swear,

I'm thinking how the wenches will rejice;
I would all deaths, all torments bear,
Rather than injure Sally.

Out with your presents, boys, and take

I've an old sweetheart-but look, there's
Come, then, oh! come, thou sweeter far Weigh anchor, tack about, and let's beur die
Than jessamine and roses are,
Or lilies of the valley;

AIR and CHORUS.-Tronas end Sis
Oh! follow love, and quit your fear,

How happy is the sailor's lifa,
He'll guide you to these arms, my dear,

From coast to coast to roas;
And make me bless'd in Sally.

In every port he finds a vifa
Sally. Sir, you bemean yourself; and, to be free, In every land a home.
Some lady you should choose of fit degree:

He loves to range, I am too low, too yuigar

He's no where strange





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He ne'er ull urn his back,

That brutish 'squire ! but wherefore should I fear?
To friend or foe;

I ne'er can turn false-hearted to my dear.
No, masters, no;

No, when he came his last farewell to take,
My life for honest Jack.

He bid me wear this token for his sake;
He loves to range, &c.

He shall not prove ne fickle and unkind;

Or say, that--out of sight was out of mind.
If saucy foes dare make a noise,
And to the sword appeal ;

• AIR.-SALLY. We out, and quickly larn 'em boys,

Auspicious spirits guard my love,
With whom they have to deal.

In time of danger near him bide ;
We know no craft,

With out-spread wings around him move,
But 'fore and aft

And turn each random ball aside.
Lay on our strokes amain;

And you his foes, though hearts of steel,
Then, if they're stout,

Oh! may you then with me accord;
For t'other bout,

A sympathetic passion feel,
We drub 'em o'er again.

Behold his face, and drop the sword.
We know no craft, &c.

Ye winds, your blustering fury leave;
Or fair or foul, let Forture blow,

Like airs that o'er the garden sweep;
our hearts are never dull ;

Breathe soft in sighs, and gently heave
The pocket that to-day ebbt low,

The calm, smooth bosom of the deep.
To-morrow shall be full;

Till halcyon peace return'd, once more,
For if so be,

From blasis secure, and hostile harms,
We want, d'ye see!

My sailor views his native shore,
A pluck of this here stuff ;

And harbours safe in these fond arms.
In India,
And America,

Enter the 'Squire.
We're sure to find enough.

DUET.-The 'Squire and Sally.
For if so be, &c.

Squire. Well met, pretty maid ;
Then bless the king and bless the state,

Nay, don't be afraid ;
And bless our captains all;

I mean you no mischief, I vow;
And ne'er may chance unfortunate,

Psha! what is't you ail?
The British fleet befall.

Come, yive me your pai,
But prosp'rous gales,

And I'll carry it up to your cow.
Where'er she sails,

Sally. Pray let it alone,
And ever may she ride,

I've hands of my own,
Of sea and shore,

Nor need your's to help me--forbear!
Till time's no more,

How can you persist ?
The terror and the pride.

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

But prosp'rous gales, &c. (Ereunt. Nor teas'd thus-go trifle elsewhere.
Enter the 'SQUIRE and Dorcas.

'Squire. In yon lonely grove,

I saw an alcove, Squire. In vain I've ev'ry wily art assay'd,

All round the sweet violet springs ; for promises can tempt, nor vows persuade ;

And there was a thrush, Jo prospect of success is left me dow: low shall I gain her ?

Hard by in a bush, Dorcas. Why, I'll tell you how.

'Twould charm you to hear how he sings. This way she comes ; the wench is full of pride, Sally. But hark ! pr'ythee, hark ! Lay oaths, and vows, and promises aside :

Look, yonder's a lark, Often, when regular approaches fail,

It warbles and pleases me so; Besiegers storm a place, and so prevail.

To hear the soft tale,

Oth sweet nightingale,

I would not be tempted to go.
All you would wish to succeed with a lass,

'Squire. Then here we'll sit down ; Learn how the affair's to be done ;

Come, come, never frown,
For if you stand fooling, and shy, like an ass,
You'll lose her as sure as a gun.

No longer my bliss P'u retard;

Kind Venus shall spread, With whining, and sighing, and vous, and all that,

Her veil over head, As far as you please you may run;

And the little rogue, Cupid, keep yuard. She'll hear you, and jeer you, and give you a par, But jilt you, as sure as a gas

Enter Thomas. To worship, and call her bright goddess, is fine ;

Inomas. What's this I see? May I believe my But mark you the consequence, mum;

eyes ? The baggago will think herself really divine,

A pirate just about to board my prize! And scorn you as sure as a gun.

'Tis well I this way chanc'd my course to steer

Sal, what's the matter ?
Then be with a maiden, bold, frolic, and stout,

Sally. Thomas !
And no opportunity shun;
She'll tell you she hates you, and swear sho'll cry out, Pellow, begone, or

'Squire. 'Sdeath! who's bere? But mum-she's as sure as a gun.


Thomas. Larn your phrase to mend: Enter Sally, with a milking pail. Do you sheer off, or else I'll make you, friend. Sally. How cruel those who, with ungen'rous aim, Let go the wench, I claim her for my share, Strive to seduce, and bring poor maids to shame! And now lay hande upon her-if you dare.

TRIO.- The 'SQUIRE, THOMAS, and Sally.

But bang this talking, my desires vi

You see yon steeple, and knot what I 'Squire. Saucy rascal, this intrusion You shall answer to your cost :

DUET.-Thomas and Sazar Bully'd!-scandaliz'd'

confusion ! Thomas. Let fops pretend in fame s All my schemes and wishes cross'd.

And talk of penge the nese fa Thomas. Hark you, master, keep your distance ;

I speak without disguis , 'Sblood! take notice what I say:

And with my hand bestes se
There's the channel, no resistance, Sally. Let ladies prudishly dey,
Tack about, and bear away.

Look cold, and gise their shariat Sally. Would you wrest our freedom from us?

I own the passion is my best Now my heart has lost its fear :

And long to make my laer B Ok! my best, my dearest Thomas, Thomas, For this the milor en the rest Sure some angel brought you here.

Endures the cold and using 'Squire. Since her paltry inclination,

All dripping wet, wear the Stoops to such a thing as you ;

And brares the fury of the register Thus I make a recantation,

Sally. For this the virgin pare end nya Wretched, foolish girl, adieu ! (Evit.

With throbbing heart, and green Sally. Oh! welcome, welcome! How shall I im

Till sweet reverse of joy she pas part

And clasps the faithful led albe The joy this happy meeting gives my heart?

Both. Ye British youths, be breeze, Now, Tom, in safety stay at home with me,

The British sirgins will be kond, And never trust again that treach'rous sea.

Protect their beauty from star Thomas. Excuse me, Sal, while mighty George And they'll repay you lás

bas foes, On land and main, their malice I'U oppose.


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