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An hot luxurious letcher in his twines,
When he has thought to clip his dalliance,
There has provided been for his embrace
A fine hot flaming devil in her place.

Cud. Yes, I am partly a witness to this; but I never could embrace her; I thank thee for that, Tom. Well, again I thank thee, Tom, for all this counsel ; without a fee, too! there's few lawyers of thy mind now. Certainly, Tom, I begin to pity thee.o

Doy. Pity me! for what?

Cud. Were it not possible for thee to become an honest dog yet?— 'Tis a base life that you lead, Tom, to serve witches, to kill innocent children, to kill harmless cattle, to destroy corn and fruit, and so forth: 'twere better yet to be a butcher and kill for yourself.

Dog. Why, these are all my delights, my plea

sures, fool.

Cud. Or, Tom, if you could give your mind to ducking, (I know you can swim, fetch, and carry,) some shopkeeper in London would take great de


Certainly), Tom, I begin to pity thee.] Burns bad assuredly never read Foral; yet bis peculiar vein of humour has thrown him upon a kindred thought.

“ So fare you weel, auld Nichie-ben!
O! wad

ye tak a thought an men'!
Ye aiblins might- -I dinna ken-

Still hac a stake,
I'm wae to think upo your den

E’en for your sake.' Dignity and decorun, lowever, are all on the side of Nickiben.

if you

Or if your

light in you, and be a tender master over you: or have any

mind to the game, either at bull or bear, I think I could prefer you to Moll Cutpurse.

Dog. Ha, ha! I should kill all the game, bulls, bears, dogs and all; not a cub to be left.

Cud, You could do, Tom; but you must play fair, you should be staved off else. stomach did better like to serve in some nobleman's, knight's, or gentleman's kitchen, if you could brook the wheel, and turn the spit (your labour could not be much) when they have roast meat, that's but once or twice in the week at most; here you might lick your own toes very well: or if you could translate yourself into a lady's arming puppy, there you might lick sweet lips, and do many pretty offices; but to creep under an old witch's coats, and suck like a great puppy!—fie upon't! I have heard beastly things of you, Tom.

Dog. Ha, ha!
The worst thou heard'st of me the better 'tis ;
Shall I serve thee, fool, at the self-same rate?

? Moll Cut purse.] A notorious character of those days, whose real name was Mary Frith. She appears to have excelled in various professions, of which far the most honest and praiseworthy was that of picking pockets. By singular good fortune, slie escaped the gallows, and died“ in a ripe and rotten old age,” some time before the Restoration. Moll is the heroine of The Roaring Girl, a lively comedy, by Middleton, who has treated her with kindness.


Cud. No, I'll see thee hang’d, thou shalt be damn'd first! I know thy qualities too well, I'll give no suck to such whelps; therefore, henceforth I defy thee. Out! and avaunt!

Dog. Nor will I serve for such a silly soul. I am for greatness now, corrupted greatness, There I'll shug in, and get a noble countenance; Serve some Briarean footcloth-strider, That has an hundred hands to catch at bribes, But not a finger's nail of charity. Such, like the dragon's tail, shall pull down hun

dreds To drop and sink with him : I'll stretch myself

, And draw this bulk small as a silver wire, Enter at the least


tobacco-fume Can make a breach for:-hence, silly fool! I scorn to prey on such an atom soul.

Cud. Come out, come out, you cur! I will beat thee out of the bounds of Edmonton, and tomorrow we go in procession, and after thou shalt never come in again: if thou goest to London, I'll make thee go about by Tyburn, stealing in by Thieving-lane. If thou canst rub thy shoulder against a lawyer's gown, as thou passest by West

8 There I'll get a noble countenance;

Serre some Briarean footcloth-strider.] Our autbors lise countenance, as indeed do all the writers of their time, for patronage, protection, responsibility, &c. Footcloths were the ornamental housings or trappings Hung over the pads of state-horses. . On these the great lawyers then rode to Westminster Hall; and, our authors intimate, the great courtiers to St. James's. They became common cuough in afiertimes. The allusion in the next line is to Revelation, ch. xii. v. 1.


minster-hall, do; if not, to the stairs amongst the ban-dogs, take water, and the devil go with thee!

[Evit, followed by Dog barking.

SCENE II.-London.--The neighbourhood of




Just. Sir Arthur, though the bench hath mildly censured your errors, yet you have indeed been the instrument that wrought all their misfortunes; I would wish you paid down your fine speedily and willingly.

Sir Ar. I shall need no urging to it.

Car. If you should, 'twere a shame to you; for, if I should speak my conscience, you are worthier to be hang'd of the two, all things considered; and now make what you can of it: but I am glad these gentlemen are freed.

War. We knew our innocence.
Som. And therefore fear'd it not.
Kath. But I am glad that I have you safe.

[A noise within. Just. How now? what noise is that?

Car. Young Frank is going the wrong way.Alas, poor youth! now, I begin to pity him.

Enter Ola THORNEY, and WinxiFREDE weeping.

Thor. Here let our sorrows wait him; to press


The place of his sad death, some apprehensions May tempt our grief too much, at height al

ready; Daughter, be comforted.

Win. Comfort and I
Are too far separated to be join'd
But in eternity; I share too much
Of him that's going thither.

War. Poor woman, 'twas not thy fault; I grieve to see thee weep for him that hath my pity


Win. My fault was lust, my punishment was

Yet I am happy that my soul is free
Both from consent, fore-knowledge, and intent,
Of any murther, but of mine own honour;
Restored again by a fair satisfaction,
And since not to be wounded.

Thor. Daughter, grieve not
For what necessity forceth;
Rather resolve to conquer it with patience.
Alas, she faints!

Il'in. My griefs are strong upon me;
My weakness scarce can bear them.--

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