And I would have it made right notable. Good Master Bridegroom, Peter. No, Jerry—'tisn't a song--that is, I mean (Twelve Boys come forward, and repeat the Epithalamion as they Bride and Bridegroom, with their attendants-a Crowd dispersedly accompanying them.' THE EPITHALAMION. 1. No longer he a bachelor remains, She wears a muslin gown, all free from stains. Not only are her garments white enough, Her gloves, her shoes, her tippet, and her muff: Of maiden modesty, and trustyhood; And Peter oft has sworn, by all that's good! 2. For a respectable pin-maker's wife, And eke a mantua-maker, all her life? Do butchers, druggists, brewers, mealmen, bakers- Do coblers, or do leather-breeches-makers, Of such, with mates of their own kind consort; Judith stuck Cupid's darts in Peter's heart. 3. And leave your wonted business for the fun; You'll pouch, we warrant, when the peal is done. It is the first of April, (not of May), For wooing good, for marrying held in scorn. Is made a fool of on this blessed morn. Do we a pair of April fools convey; In sober seriousness, but blithe array, 4. Should cease, for we espy, down Brasswire Street, Will enter, to assume the mistress' seat. Of those whose jaws and smacking lips will soon At Peter's table, in the afternoon! And we shall hear how butchers can untie The hidden soul of softening harmony, That Brasswire Street shall shine, and all its echoes ring, Nay, don't ask; Peter. They're paper ones—but I protest, I think Jerry. 'Oons, Master Minikin, how can ye say so? Man in the Crowd. None of your lies, old Scrapegut; for, you know, Well, well, Silence ! Jerry's tuning. 2d Voice. A ballad is worth hearing. Hush! be quiet. JERRY'S GREETING. Good luck to you, my worthy master! and good to you, any worthy mistress ! And good luck to you, bride's-men and bride’s-maids! and plenty of laughing and kisses; And I hope the girls will all get good husbands, and the young men good wives, And live, as Peter and Judy are going to do, in happiness all their lives ! Then here's success to Mister and Mistress Minikin!, And to Mistress Minikin and Mister! And I hope that my worthy master will prove a husband good and true, And let his wife have her own way in all that she chooses to do ; And that he'll, twice a-year, give her silk for new gowns, without any scanty measuring; And plenty of money in her purse, and leave to go out often a-pleasuring. Then here's, &c. And I hope that my worthy mistress will prove a good and constant wife, And bring him a beautiful little family, for to be the joy and pride of his life; And that she'll keep a warm kitchen, and make her parlour snug and cozy, And let her husband enjoy himself, and not snub him when he happens to get a little boozy. Then here's, &c. And I wish them many a merry Christmas, with plenty of mince-pies and spicy lamb's-wool; And every Midsummer a syllabub from the cow, all in a china bowl ; And plenty of pancakes, well toss'd and crisp, at every return of Shrovetide; And à fat goose every Michaelmas-day, full of onions and sage inside. Then here's, &c. And I hope their cellar of a barrel of good ale may never be forsaken; And that their chimney-corner may never be without a good home-cured flitch of bacon; And so, that it always may be ready to cut off a rasher from, for dressing ; And that they may never forget the old fiddler, who wished them such a plena tiful blessing. Then here's success to Mister and Mistress Minikin! Mrs M. I won't deny, now, there's some sense in this, Does it, cherub? Mrs M. Not both. If you invite such vagrants in, [A Man wheels forward a small Barrel on a Barrou. You amaze me.- а I could'nt have thought that you were such a numscull. Your little property. I'm sure there's need on't. making a great clatter. Their Spokesman comes forward. Sweetest, must it go? Mrs M. Do't at your peril.—As for you, rapscallions ! A thorough skinflint! [Boys and Men appear dragging in faggots. Peter, what's all this? My approval? Since there's to be Mrs M. Hollo! that bandy-legged fellow, with the faggot, Man. (throwing it down.) Nay, if you cast Fine talking, fellow! sharp-Peter, you dolt, Enter Sexton. Sext. The ringers, with their duty, send me to you. Mrs M. A fee No, not a ha’penny of money, Three quarts of ale's a very handsome present ; Secton. La, ma'am, folks never grudge to give a guinea And high time it is I'll be bound, I (Exit Sexton.) (While the altercation between Mrs M.and the Sexton was going on, the Fiddler, the Butchers' Boys, and others of the Crowd, confer in one corner The Beadle, the Children, and some others not joining in the Conspiracy.), 1st Conspirator, (a Butcher's Boy.) Let's play a trick against the stingy hussey; We'll say her kitchen chimney is on fire. Omnes. Agreed, agreed. 1st Consp. Well then, my contrivance Is to steal into the house behind, and then Come out of their front door, and raise the alarm But you must give me time. Keep them from entering. (Exit.) (They come forward, and surround the bridal party.) Jerry. Ma'am, what a pitytis, the blacks are falling Upon your clean wash'd gown! and don't ye smell A sort of a kind of a smell, as 'twere, of soot? 2d Consp. My stars ! how thick that smoke is. 3d Consp. Whereabouts ? Oh, mercy -black as ink-Whose chimney's that? Peter. 'Which chimney? Why, that's ours. I canvot see There's aught amiss. 2d Consp. See, see, there's sparks of fire. chimney's all in a-blaze- Who'd have thought it? Omnes, (surrounding and detaining her.) Nay, nay, a bride to hazard Her self-destruction on her marriage day! Peter, (weeping.) O spare me, Judith --what would be my feelings If I should have to see you scorch'd to cinders ; Besides, at least, your dress will all be smutch'd. Mrs M. Unband me, sirs ; I will go in and see Bridemaids. Don't, Judy, dear; pray don't. (She cuffs her way through, and enters the house.) Peter (sprawls after her, then lingers at the door, and looks ruefully back.) Was ever such rashness ! O the force of love! l've half a mind to sacrifice myself |