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MRS. SCOT.

I'mr glad you think so,-Kitty, here, Bring me my cardinal, my dear. facky, my love, nay don't you cry,

105 Take you abroad !--indeed not I; For all the Bugaboes to fright yeBesides, the naughty horse will bite ye; With such a mob about the street, Bless me, they'll tread you under feet. 110 Whine as you please, I'll have no blame, You'd better blubber, than be lamę. The more you cry, the less you'll

-Come, come then, give mamma a kiss. KITTY, I say, here take the boy,

115 And fetch him down the last new toy, Make him as merry as you can. -There, go to Kitty -there's

's a mano Call in the dog, and shut the door. Now, MA'M.

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I can't indeed, now.

MRS. SCOT.

MADAM, pray.

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Well then, for once, I'll lead the way.

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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-hafte, be quick.
-Pray fir, take care-your horse will kick.
He'll kill his rider-he's so wild.
-I'm glad I did not bring the child.

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Don't be afraid, my dear, come on,
Why don't you see the guards are gone i

MRS. SCOT.
Well, I begin to draw my breath ;
But I was almost scar'd to death.
For when 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.

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MRS. BROWN.

Come you from Palace.yard, old dame?

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OLD WOMAN.

Troth, do I, my young ladies, why?

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OLD WOMAN.

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

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MRS. BROWN.

Go thy ways, Proverbs--well-she's gone
Shall we turn back, or venture on?
Look how the folks press on before,

155 And throng impatient at the door.

MRS. SCOT.

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,

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

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back. Lard, I shall faint-Oh Lud-my breaft- 165 I'm crush'd to atoms, I protest. God bless me I have dropt my fan, -Pray did you see it, honest man?

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

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You're very kind, fir; 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, fir, 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 ftir ?
Pray is the King a coming, fir ?

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MAN.

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No-don't you hear the people shout ? 'Tis Mr. Putt, just going out.

MRS. BROWN.

Aye, there he goes, pray heav'n bless him!
Well may the people all caress him.

-Lord, how my husband us’d to fit,
And drink success to honest Pitt,
And, happy o'er his evening cheer,
Cry, you shall pledge this toast, my dear.

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MAN.

Hift-filence--don't you hear the drumming ?
Now, ladies, now, the King's a coming.
There, don't you see the guards approach? 195

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Which is the noble EARL OF BUTE ?
Geud-faith, I'll gi him a salute.
For he's the Laird of aw our clan,
Troth, he's a bonny muckle man.

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MAN

Here comes the Coach, so very

flow
As if it ne'er was made to go,
In all the gingerbread of state;
And staggering under its own weight.

MRS.

SCOT.

Upon my word, it's monstrous fine !
Would half the gold upon’t were mine!

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