‹ Histoire de la littérature anglaise, Volume 3Chapitre 78 sur 271 · BEN · texte numérisé non relu

BEN

WhatI do you mean that fair-weather spark that was hère just now? Will he thrash my jacket? Let^n, let'n, let'n — but an he cornes near me, mayhap I may give him a salt-eel for's supper, for ail that. What does father mean, to leave me alone, as soon as I come home, with such a dirty dowdy ? Sea-calf I I an't calf enough to lick your chalked face , you cheese-curd you.

2. Now my mind is setupoû a man; I will ha^e a man some way or other. Oh! methinks l 'm sick when I think of a man....

FORESIGHT.

Hussy, you shall hâve a rod.

MISS PRUE

A fiddle of a rod ! TU hâve a husband. And if you won't get me one, ru get one for myself. 111 marry our Robin the butler. He says he loves me, and he's a handsome man, and sball be my husband. I warrant he'll be my husband ^ and thank me too^ for he told me so.

Page 1