HILL AND DELL AT John's, up on Sandhills, 'tis healthy and dry, I think I could hardly like his place as well Where rooks come to build in the high-swaying boughs, DANIEL AND JANE IN THE PUMP COURT Daniel (D). Jane (J). Jane's mother (M). Daniel comes over to Jane's, and while talking, pumps the water over the trough upon the pavement. D. HERE! if I had your trap and beast, I'd drive you all to Meldon feast. J. Oh! very well but did he find : The pump a plaything to his mind? M D. And did the frog, as people say, Catch cold of wetted feet, one day? J. See how his two long armbones sway, And how his peakèd elbows play. D. The pattens. How about a chap J. See how he chuckles. Come, tell out What you can find to grin about. D. We left our pattens, in a stroll J. O! did we? Well, that must be fun, With pattens out, and home with none. D. We call'd to take them, after dark, Where William Henstone, with a spark Of manhood in his soul, must come J. Now you be off. I'll souse a bowl D. No, I should have no call for traps, Not lopping, lolling, long-ear'd louts Like you. O no, but Tommy Touts. J. (slapping his head at every strong sound.) Nor drawling, dragging, drowsy drones. D. But Tom, ha! hah! Tom Shaklebones, M. Why lauk! whatever is this row? J. Why, Dan is at his sauce again. |