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Although his profits bring him clear
Almost two hundred pounds a year,
Keeps me of cash so short and bare,
That I have not a gown to wear;
Except my robe, and yellow sack,
And this old lutestring on my back.
-But we've no time, my dear, to waste.
Come, where's your cardinal, make haste.
The king, God bless his majesty, I say,
Goes to the house of lords to-day,
In a fine painted coach and eight,

And rides along in all his state.
And then the queen-

Mrs. S.
Ay, ay, you know,
Great folks can always make a show.
But tell me, do—I've never seen
Her present majesty, the queen.

Mrs. B. Lard! we've no time for talking now, Hark!-one-two-three-'tis twelve I vow.

Mrs. S. Kitty, my things,-I'll soon have done, It's time enough, you know, at one. -Why, girl! see how the creature stands! Some water here to wash my hands. -Be quick-why sure the gipsy sleeps! -Look how the drawling daudle creeps. That bason there-why don't you pour? Go on, I say-stop, stop-no moreLud! I could beat the hussy down, She's pour'd it all upon my gown.

-Bring me my ruffles-canst not mind?
And pin my handkerchief behind.
Sure thou hast awkwardness enough,
Go-fetch my gloves, and fan, and muff.
-Well, heav'n be prais'd-this work is done,
I'm ready now, my dear-let's run.
Girl,-put that bottle on the shelf,
And bring me back the key yourself.

Mrs. B. That clouded silk becomes you much,
I wonder how you meet with such,
But you've a charming taste in dress.
What might it cost you, madam ?
Mrs. S.

Mrs. B. Oh! that's impossible-for I
Am in the world the worst to buy.
Mrs. S. I never love to bargain hard,
Five shillings, as I think, a yard.
-I was afraid it should be gone-
'Twas what I'd set my heart upon.

Mrs. B. Indeed you bargain'd with success, For it's a most delightful dress.

Besides, it fits you to a hair,

And then 'tis slop'd with such an air.

Mrs. S. I'm glad you think so,-Kitty, here, Bring me my cardinal, my dear.

Jacky, my love, nay don't you cry,
Take you abroad! Indeed not I;
For all the bugaboes to fright ye—
Besides, the naughty horse will bite ye;

With such a mob about the street,

Bless me, they'll tread you under feet.
Whine as you please, I'll have no blame,
You'd better blubber, than be lame.
Kitty, I say, here, take the boy,
And fetch him down the last new toy,
Make him as merry as you can,

-There, go to Kitty-there's a man.
Call in the dog, and shut the door.
Now, ma'm.

Mrs. B. Oh lard!

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Mrs. S.

Pray go before.

Mrs. B. I can't indeed, now. Mrs. S. Madam, pray. Mrs. B. Well then, for once, I'll lead the way. Mrs. S. Lard! what an uproar! what a throng! How shall we do to get along?

What will become of us?-look here,

Here's all the king's horse-guards, my dear.
Let us cross over-haste, be quick,
-Pray, sir, take care-your horse will kick.
He'll kill his rider-he's so wild.

--I'm glad I did not bring the child.

Mrs. B. Don't be afraid, my dear, come on,
Why don't you see the guards are gone?

Mrs. S. Well, I begin to draw my breath;
But I was almost scared to death ;;
For where a horse rears up and capers,
It always puts me in the vapours.



For as I live,-nay, don't you laugh,


I'd rather see a toad by half,

They kick and prance, and look so bold,
It makes my very blood run cold.
But let's go forward-come, be quick,
The crowd again grows vastly thick.

Mrs. B. Come you from Palace-yard, old dame ?
Old Woman. Troth, do I, my young ladies, why?
Mrs. B. Was it much crowded when you came ?
Mrs. S. And is his majesty gone by?

Mrs. B. Can we get in, old lady, pray,
To see him robe himself to-day?

Mrs. S. Can you direct us, dame ?
Old Woman.


Troy could not stand a siege for ever.
By frequent trying, Troy was won,
All things, by trying, may be done.

Mrs.B. Go thy ways, Proverbs-well, she's gone

Shall we turn back, or venture on?
Look how the folks press on before,
And throng impatient at the door.

Mrs. S. Perdigious! I can hardly stand,
Lord bless me, Mrs. Brown, your hand;
And you, my dear, take hold of hers,
For we must stick as close as burrs,
Or in this racket, noise and pother,
We certainly shall lose each other.

-Good God! my cardinal and sack Are almost torn from off my back.

Lard, I shall faint-O lud-my breast-
I'm crush'd to atoms, I protest.
God bless me--I have dropt my fan,

-Pray did you see it, honest man?
Man. I, madam! no,-indeed, I fear
You'll meet with some misfortune here.
-Stand back, I say-pray, sir, forbear-
Why, don't you see the ladies there?
Put yourselves under my direction,
Ladies, I'll be your safe protection.

Mrs. S. You're very kind, sir; truly few
Are half so complaisant as you.
We shall be glad at any day

This obligation to repay,
And you'll be always sure to meet
A welcome, sir, in-Lard! the street
Bears such a name, I can't tell how
To tell him where I live, I vow.
-Mercy! what's all this noise and stir?
Pray is the king a coming, sir?

Man. No-don't you hear the people shout?

'Tis Mr. Pitt, just going out.

Mrs. B. Ay, there he goes, pray heav'n bless


Well may the people all caress him.
-Lord, how my husband us'd to sit,
And drink success to honest Pitt,
And happy o'er his evening cheer,
Cry," you shall pledge this toast, my


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