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Conflable. Buffalo ! Very well. I'll hem you when get you before his worship, ladies. If Gypsey. Time enough then.
Constable. Hem of your garments—He must be as cunning as yourselves that discovers any bems in them; they have more tatters than are to be found on the tenters, and more rents than are to be collected upon Sir Edward's estate: yet the rag-merchant would scarcely think thern worth the purchase.
Enter SUSAN, O Susan, 'the mansion seems deserted this Christmas. Can you
inform me if dinner is over? Susan. Yes, in the parlour:- but who have you here?
Constable. Two of the most pernicious, vicious, sufpicious vagroms and gypsies, that ever
Susan. Gypseys ! :Oh lud!
Sujan. Fortune-tellers! delightful !-then they can inform me about my tea-spoon !
Constable. Where all your servants are I cannot imagine.-Will you, Sufan, tell his worthip I have comprehended those vagroms he fent me after ?
Susan. I will, Mr. Bush ; but as our servants are all in the hall at dinner, had you not better pick a bit with them this Christmas?
Constable. Why, to be fure, nothing makes a man fo hungry and dry, as doing justice; I have been hard at it all the morning.–But what shall I do with these cantribals ?
Susan. Leave them here; l'll take care of them.
chanters and musicians, and be sure tell his worship that I have comprehended them.
Susan. Be assured I will. But do you make the best of your way to the servants' hall, or every bit of the yenison-palty, the hams, and minced pies, will be
Constable. Venison-pasty, hams, and minced pies! Let me unbuckle my belt: here, Susan, take care of it.
These things are so nice,
[Exit Constable. SUSAN, and First and Second Gypsies. of Gypsey. Well, my dear, you have so dextrously got rid of Mr. Bush, that I am sure you must have some design in it.
2d Gypsey. Certainly she has: no woman ever wheedles, but for some finifter purpose.
Susan, I am but a simple girl.
1 Gypley. Yet you could fool the constable: 't is the way of the sex. What do you wish to know?
Sulan. I have half-a-crown.
2d Gypsey. Buy a riband with it. We will tell you without a fee, though this is very unprofesional.
Susan. The other day I loft a silver spoon.
if Gypsey. And marked with the two first letters of your names, -S. A. Susan Andrews.
Susan. Mercy on me! how I tremble! What shall I do to recover it?
2d Gypsey. Never speak to Harry Hazelj till you have found it.
Sufan. I am frighted to death! What, has he got it?
Ff Gypsey. No.
IX Gypsey. Ay, but he has stolen something else
you have not mentioned. Susan. Lord! I have lost nothing else.
ad Gypsey. Yes, child, you have your heart; and we'll tell you when he stole it. Susan. When?
If Gypsey. Christmas Eve, when he was kissing you under the milleto. Susan. Mercy on me!
[Shrieks, and falls into the arms of the Second
dear : Harry will make you the best of husbands, and Sir Edward ineans to give you the pied cow that you are so fond of-Hush !
Enter Constable, and Servants. Constable. I thought how it would be, when they were not under my authority. They've chanted the dairy-maid, and they 'll go through the whole family, if we don't take them away: therefore, bring them along to their companions, who are just arrived. If such doings are suffered with punity, I should not wonder if in their freaks they were to fly away with the manfion, and turn all the people in the village topsy-turvy, like the Londoners. Bring them along, I fay. [Exeunt Gypsies, Susan, Constable
, Servants, &c.
gone through the royal toasts, I believe it becomes my duty, as chairman, to call for a song.
Dr. Dife. No, Sir Edward; give me leave to prescribe in this case, 'In all bodies much depends upon the regularity of the system ; therefore, I say, that vocality should be promoted by the 'example of the prelident: the fellows will follow of course. Sir Edward. Well, Doctor, I have no objection.
His sport he pursu'd from the blush of the morna
The threats of invasion now rung in his ears ;
A hunter of Frenchmen he long'd to become,
While his bosom beat time to the trumpet and drum. Chorus.-A hunter of Frenchmen, &c.
All. Bravo! bravo ! bravo!
Sir Edward. The Volunteers of the United Kingdom—with three; and while their courage is unbridled, may tyranny meet a halter!
All. Huzza! huzza! huzza !!!
Sir Edward. This is doing business. Now, Mr. Justice, I call upon you for a song:
Justice. Hold, Mr. Chairman; if I fing I shall commit myself; but I'll give you a sentiment, as a companion to your last : “ The Navy of England may the British fleet always find sea-room, and the enemy be driven to the Straits!"
Sir Edward. Bravo! Bumpers, bumpers, gentlemen. No daylight.
Dr. Dofe. What, this is to be a sleeping draught: now I think, Mr. Chairinan, English daylight is sometimes necessary to detect 'French moonshine.
(The Toaft drank. All. Huzza! huzza ! huzza!
Enter TOBY TILLER. Toby. Please your worships and honours, Lieutenant Fenwick desired me to present you with this ticket.
Sir Edward. Sit down, my friend, and take a glass while I read it.-[Reads.)" Lieutenant Fenwick, and Mr. Frederic Orlop, of the Inyepid, present their best respects to Sir Edward Thornhaw, and request that they may be admitted to say a few words in behalf of some prisoners, who they understand are about to be examined.”_Where are these gentlemen, friend?
Toby. Just in the offing.
Sir Edward. Will you stow another glass of punch in your hold, and then bring up their lee-way?
Toby. I'll steer thein into this port, never fear; ie Teems an excellent one: I hope they'll moor.
[Exit TOBY TLL ER. Sir Edward. What examination is this, Mr. Jus. tice?
Justice. The same business that I mentioned in the morning--the vagrants are taken.
Dr. Dife. Business is a bitter pill, especially after dinner; it bånders cor.coction, therefore should never be taken but in a morning; for you will understand the gastrica
Sir Edward. Never mind the gastric, Doctor.
Sir Edward. Not in my house, I hope.