nel's, I'll whip her off; and if Captain Henry has laid the betts upon my slang match, I shall roll in rhino -first, marry Doll, in private-then, London-hey for a wedding, in full cry, and, then for the dear delights of London! AIR. TALLYHO. In London, my life is a ring of delight; In frolics, I keep up the day and the night, I snooze at the Hummums till twelve, perhaps later ; I rattle the bell, and I roar up the waiter; "Your honour," says he, and he tips me a leg; He brings me my tea, but I swallow an egg ; For tea in a morning's a slop I renounce, So I down with a glass of the right cherry bounce. With swearing-tearing! Ranting-jaunting! Slashing-smashing! Smacking-cracking! Rumbling-tumbling! Laughing-quaffing! Smoking-joking! Swagg'ring-stagg'ring! So thoughtless, so knowing, so green, and so mellow! This-this is the life of a frolicsome fellow. My phaeton I mount, and the plebs they all stare, I handle my reins, and my elbows I square; My ponies so plump, and as white as a lily! Through Pallmall 1 spank it, and up Piccadilly; Till, losing a wheel, egad, down I come, smack! So, at Knightsbridge, I throw myself into a hack, At Tattersal's, fling a leg over my nag; Then visit for dinner, then dress in a bag. With swearing, &c. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. Town. Enter FIRST Waiter. 1 Waiter. Here, you, George !—I say, George! Enter SECOND WAITER. 2 Waiter. What the deuce a bawling do you keep! 1 Waiter. What d'ye mean running about the streets, with your hands in your pockets, at such a time, and the house full of company, and 2 Waiter. Why, didn't mistress desire me to look for Captain Huff, in order to see if he could bully this here Mr. Lackland out of the house; as there's no chance of his ever being able to pay his bill here ? I Waiter. Bully him out! I don't think the captain and his whole regiment can do that. LACKLAND and MRS. CASEY without. Mrs. Casey. Mr. Lackland, I desire you'll leave my house. 2 Waiter. See, what a woman's tongue can do!here he comes, and my mistress at his heels. Lack. Upon my honour, Mrs. Casey, I'm amazed that any gentleman would enter your doors! Mrs. Casey. Upon my honour, Mr. Lackland, you may take yourself out of my doors! |