SCENE, A village at the foot of a hill, with a cottage more advanced than the reft, on one fide. SALLY difcovered Spinning at the door. SALLY. My time how happy once and gay! Oh, blythe I was as blythe could be; But now I'm fad, ah well-a-day! For my true love is gone to sea. The lads purfue, I strive to shun, They bid me to the wake, the fair, The The flowers droop till light's return, The pigeon mourns its abfent fhe; Till my true love comes back from sea. Enter Dorcas. Dor. What, will you never quit this idle trade? That May-day of life is for pleasure, For finging, for dancing, and fhew; By her's tune your pipe when 'tis low; Though when in the arms of a lover, When old, you may cry till your heart aches, Sal. Leave me. Dor. Go to-I come to make you glad; Odzooks, what's here? this folly fets me mad. Sal. Dorcas, for fhame! how can you be fo base, Dor. Tell not me.- -The Squire Sal. As Tom is your's, you are his heart's defire- As great as any monarch he; Ere Ee'r on fuch terms I'd mount his throne, Grant me, ye pow'rs! I afk not wealth ; [Exit. Dor. Well, go your ways-I cannot choose but smile. When I was a young one, what girl was like me? I tattled, I rambled, I laugh'd, and where'er At twenty I got me a husband-poor man! This Time's a fore foe, there's no thunning his dart ; Grown old, yet I hate to be fitting mum-chance; [Exit. SCENE. The Squire appears defcending the hill with buntfmen. Hark, hark the fhrill horn calls the sportsman abroad; To horfe, my brave boys, and away; The The morning is up, and the cry of the hounds What pleasure we feel in purfuing the fox! R Then follow, we'll foon overtake him-Huzza! Triumphant returning at night with the spoil, With fport, love, and wine, fickle fortune defy; Since life is no more than a passage at best, [Exeuni SCENE. The Squire, returing after the buntfmen are gone off, knocks at Sally's door, who comes out of the cottage. Sal. Ah, whither have my heedlefs fteps betray'd! Sal. Unlucky! Sq. 'Sdeath! fhe fets me all on fire: Bewitching girl! I languish with defire. But wherefore do you shrink, and trembling ftand, Sal. Pray, Sir, loofe my hand. - Sq. When late I wander'd o'er the plain, From nymph to nymph, I ftrove in vain But now they're of themselves come home, Yet fhe, unkind one, damps my joy, By thofe dear lips, thofe eyes, I fwear, Come Come then, oh come, thou sweeter far Or lilies of the valley: O follow Love, and quit your fear; Sal. Sir, you demean yourself; and, to be free, Sq. Rather fay, There's fome more favour'd rival in the way: Some happy sweetheart in your thoughts take place; For him you keep your favours; that's the cafe. Sal. Well, if it be, 'tis neither shame nor fin : An honest lad he is, of honest kin: No higher than my equal I pretend. You have your anfwer, Sir; and there's an end. Sq. Come, come, my dear girl, I must not be deny'd; Fine cloaths you fhall flash in, and rant it away: I'll give you this purfe too; and hark you, befide, We'll kiss and we'll toy all the long fummer's-day. Sal. Of kiffing and toying you foon will be tir'd; Oh, should haplefs Sally confent to be naught! Befides, Sir, believe me, I fcorn to be hir'd; The heart's not worth gaining which is to be bought. Sq. Perhaps you're afraid of the world's busy tongue : But know, above scandal you then shall be put; And laugh, as you roll in your chariot along, At draggle tail Chastity walking a-foot. Sal. If only through fear of the world I was fhy, My coynefs and modefty were but ill fhewn; It's pardon were eafy with money to buy; But how, tell me how, I fhould purchase my own. Sq. Leave morals to grey-beards; thofe lips were defign'd For better employment Sq. Oh fie, child! Love bids you be rich and be kind! Sal. But virtue commands me,-Be honeft and poor. ACT |