Warb. Well faid, my dear. Jenny. Ay, and fo have I too.-The man afk'd Mr Coupee a queftion, and he faid ay; and he afk'd me a queftion, and I faid ay; and then we both join'd hands together, kifs'd, and were married as faft as any thing. Molly. Juft fo was I, and I like it very well; I wish I had marry'd fooner, for my part; for I begin to love Mr Warble fince we marry'd better than my bread and butter by half. AIR XXI. Slaves to London. Term. This comes of putting girls to boarding school. Ninc. Ay, they fing and dance till they fet their blood on fire, and then they quench it with the next puddle they come at, feriously. Coup. Sir, I hope you will not find us fuch despicable perfons as you feem to make us; and we will endeavour to deserve the bleffing fortune has bestow'd on us. N. Brag. Madam, I hope you will excufe my dif guife: you fee what I have done to ferve you; and if things have prov'd contrary, 'tis no fault of mine. Dear Madam, what am I to expect from your ladyfhip's favour? Term. Who waits there?-Bid fomebody give the blacksmith here a tefter; and let him have my custom for fhoeing my coach-horfes, d'ye hear? Omnes. Ha, ha, ha!-Alas, poor captain! N. Brag. Give the blacksmith a tefter!-Tis fo, fhe's in the right, faith; for I have wrought at the forge many a time, till I have earn'd it very dearly. AIR XXII. Bonny Dundee. To pleasure and glory I now bid adieu, Then Then farewel to wanton wives of threescore ; Enter Zachary Brag finging., Z. Brag. Ay, this is the houfe-he was feen to ge in here. Where is this rafcal got now? I'll ferret him eut, i'faith!-Oh! firrah, have Ï found you ? Coup. Whofe within there?-turn the noble colonel grenadier a-drift, and let him poft away to Flanders again to his old occupation; and, d'ye hear, fend the honourable Captain Clapper to the Indies, to boaft of the ancient family of the Bouncers. (Exit N. Brag and Z. Brag.) Now, Sir, and Madam, we humbly beg your bleffing. Term. Well, fince it can't be otherwife, live and be happy. Ninc. Ay, ay, bless you altogether, seriously. Warb. Now, my charmer, we'll be merry indeed.. AIR XXIII. Rare doings at Bath. CHORUS. Warb. The world's like a Boarding fchool, common to all, Where great knaves are brib'd to devour the fmall, And each one contributes to heighten the droll In this whimsical age; Ranting and fwearing, pride overbearing, O rare work for the stage! Molly. The prude, the coquet, and the nice city dame, But mere actors at beft; Oft barter their virtue for what I won't name, And still laugh at the jeft; Then venture at all ere they throw up In this hazardous age; the game, Sighing and canting, jilting and flaunting, Coup Coup. The beau with new fafhions, and fop with grimace, And he that boafts pedigree, title, and place, For the lord apes the footman, the footman his Grace, In this pantomine age; Fawning and fneaking, promifes breaking, O rare work for the ftage! Jenny. Since we have gone thro' all our Boarding School laws, And thus ftudy to please ; We hope to obtain your impartial applause, And now wait for your praise: To you we fubmit our theatrical cause, Pit and box clapping, galleries rapping; |