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He snubb'd me and huf'd me; but let me alone, 'Squire. Rather say,
'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
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
SCENE I.-The Sesais
Thomas. Avast! my boys, avast! all basis
Messmates, what cheer?' Old Englas
I'm thinking how the wenches will rejice;
Out with your presents, boys, and take
I've an old sweetheart-but look, there's
AIR and CHORUS.-Tronas end Sis
How happy is the sailor's lifa,
From coast to coast to roas;
In every port he finds a vifa
He loves to range, I am too low, too yuigar
He's no where strange
He ne'er ull urn his back,
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 ne fickle and unkind;
Or say, that--out of sight was out of mind.
• AIR.-SALLY. We out, and quickly larn 'em boys,
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 blustering 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 blasis secure, and hostile harms,
My sailor views his native shore,
And harbours safe in these fond arms.
Enter the 'Squire.
DUET.-The 'Squire and Sally.
Squire. Well met, pretty maid ;
Nay, don't be afraid ;
I mean you no mischief, I vow;
Psha! what is't you ail?
Come, yive me your pai,
And I'll carry it up to your cow.
Sally. Pray let it alone,
I've hands of my own,
Nor need your's to help me--forbear!
How can you persist ?
I won't, sir, be kiss'd,
But prosp'rous gales, &c. (Ereunt. Nor teas'd thus-go trifle elsewhere.
'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.
'Squire. Then here we'll sit down ; Learn how the affair's to be done ;
Come, come, never frown,
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 ?
Sally. Thomas !
'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
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.