man of honour, there's your note it. -Take it and tear Mar. (Taking the note.) This generofity fubdues me. -Come, my children! (embracing them.) friend Jarvis and I will couple you together; and while you are fhaking your legs for joy, tofs off bumpers to your future happiness. AIR and CHORUS. Too busy with my work, I own, I never once thought of what might be doing; I'll banish mine, And quite forget all past events. For joy and profit centre there. Let, &c. CHORUS. Jarvis. 'Tis only for the young and gay In love to dally time away. When filly old men to young girls are inclin❜d, He's but the tool Of ridicule, For all young rogues have pow'r to love. CHOR U S.. Let drink, &c. Fanny. Now, thanks to Heav'n! young My deareft lad, I'm wholly thine. Colin's mine Yet we muft not fondle away all our days, My love, I'll be, And cheer the time with many a fong. Let_drink, &c. Colin. Let wedlock, with its filken bands, Unite our hearts as well as hands. Each fmile of my Fanny's a smile fhall requite, To him who meets A lovely, kind, and virtuous wife. CHORUS. Let drink, &c. Altered from LOVE IN THE CITY, by Mr Bickerstaff. SCENE, a Grocer's shop with a compting-house, to which there is an afcent by fteps; a glass-door with curtains, which opens to a back parlour. When the curtain rifes, Young Cockney is difcover'd in the compting-house writing, and men behind the counter weighing tea, &c. c. Near the front, Priscilla and Penelope are feated at work. H CHORU S. AIL, London, nobleft mart on earth, Unrival'd still in commerce reign; Whence riches, honours, arts, have birth, And industry ne'er toils in vain. r. Cock. (Comes forward.) Come, pray, ladies, go somewhere else with your work; is not there the parlour for you, but you must bring your litter into the fhop? Who do you think can come into the shop when you take up the room in this way? Pen. I wish, brother, you would let us alone. Prif. Ay! mind your figs and your raifins, and your brown fugar, and let us alone, will you.alone, will you. Now, Mifs Penny, if you'll go in for your work-basket, we will take out the canvas, and begin the flowers immediately. r. Cock. Come, Mifs Priffy, get off that ftool: I want to put it behind the counter. Prif. I won't give it you. r. Cock. If you won't, Mifs, I'll call my Papa, and fee what he'll fay to you? Prif. There, take your ftool, ceited, ill-natured you nafty, ugly, con (Throws it at him. r. Cock. Look there now, did you ever see any thing fo unmannerly? Mifs Priffy, I wonder you are not afhamed of yourself; but this is the breeding you got in the plantations. You know you was turned out of Hackney boarding-school for beating the governess and knocking down the dancing-mafter-I believe you think you have got among your blackamoors-But you are not got among your blackamoors now, Miss. Prif. Indeed, Mifs Penny, it is very hard he fhould invent fuch ftories of I never Pen. Upon my word, I with you two would never come together; you are always fighting and fquabbling. r. Cock. Then why does fhe play such tricks? Prif. Then why do you ever come near me? I neither love you nor like you, nor never fhall, that's more; I have told you fo a hundred times. Pen. |