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a skin too, tho'f I mayn't go so gay; and'now she's here, I'll tell her a piece of my mind. 6«i
Hodge. Hold your tongue, will you I
Mar. No, I'll speak if I die for it.
Ros. What's the matter, I say?
Hodge. Why nothing I tell you ;—Madge—
Mar. Yes, but it is something, it's all along of she, and she may be ashamed of herself.
Ros. Bless me, child, do you direfl your discourse to me i 629
Mar. Yes, I do, and to nobody else ; there was not a kinder soul breathing than he was till of late; I had never a cross word from him till he kept you company ,- but all the girls about say, there is no such tiling as keeping a sweetheart for you.
Ros. Do you hear this, friend Hodge?
Hodge. Why, you don't mind she, I hope; but if that vexes her, I do like you, I do; my mind runs upon nothing else; and if so be as you was agree able to it, I would marry you to-night, before tomorrow. -.y. 640
Mar. You're a nasty monkey, you are parjur'd, you know you are, and you deserve to have your eyes tore out. ,
Hodge. Let me come at her—I'll teach you to call
names, and abuse folk. «,-, .i
, - --- - -. '- .. v j .1 Mar. Do; strike me ;—yon. a man! \.
Ros. Hold, hold—we shall have a battle here presently, and I may chance to get my cap tore off— Never exasperate a jealous woman, 'tis taking a mad bull by the horns—Leave me to manage her. 650 herself; well let her, who cares? I don't fear getting better nor he is any day of the year, for the matter of that; and I have a thought come into my head that, may be, will be more to my advantage. 700
Hodge. You manage her! I'll kick her.
Ros. No, no, it will be more for my credit, to get the better of her by fair means—I warrant I'll bring her to reason.
Hodge. Well, do so then—But may I depend upon you? when shall I speak to the parson?
Ros. We'll talk of that another time—Go.
Hodge. Madge, good bye.
Ros. The brutality of this fellow shocks me !—Oh man, man—you are all alike—A bumkin here, bred at the barn-door! had he been brought up in a court, could he have been more fashionably vicious; shew me the lord, 'squire, colonel, or captain of them all, can out-do him.
Cease, gay seducer, pride to tahe,
In triumphs o'er the fair;
Where then to shun a shameful fate
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Since Hodge proves ungrateful, no further I'll seek,
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half the contents of Pills to purge Melancholy with him. 719 Ros. And have you resolved to take wing tonight.
Luc. This very night, my dear: my swain will go from hence this evening, but no farther than the inn, where he has left his horses; and, at twelve precisely, he will be with a post-chaise at the little gate that opens from the lawn into the road, where I have promised to meet him.
Ros. Then depend upon it, I'll bear you company. 129
Luc. We shall slip out when the family are asleep, and I have prepared Hodge already. Well, I hope we shall be happy.
Ros. Never doubt it.
In love should there meet a fond pair,
Untutor'd by fashion or art;
Whose words are tA' excess of the heart:
Ifought of substantial delight, ''-'
'Tis sure when that couple unite, 74©