Scene 6.
Enter Cutter, Tabitha, Boy.
[Sings.Cut.Come to my bed, my dear, my dear,
My dear come to my bed,
For the pleasant pain, and the loss with gain
Is the loss of a Maidenhead.
For the pleasant, &c.
My dear come to my bed,
For the pleasant pain, and the loss with gain
Is the loss of a Maidenhead.
For the pleasant, &c.
Tab.Is that a Psalm, Brother Husband, which you sing?
Cut.No, Sister Wife, a short Ejaculation onely.
Well said, Boy, bring in the things,———
Boy brings a Hat and Feather, Sword and Belt, broad Lac'd Band, and Periwig.
Well said, Boy, bring in the things,———
Boy brings a Hat and Feather, Sword and Belt, broad Lac'd Band, and Periwig.
Tab.What do you mean, Brother Abednego? you will not turn Cavalier, I hope, again, you will not open before Sion in the dressings of Babylon?
Cut.What do these cloathes befit Queen Tabitha's husband upon her day o' Nuptials? this Hat with a high black chimney for a crown, and a brim no broader than a Hatband? Shall I, who am to ride the Purple Dromedary, go drest like Revelation Fats the Basket-maker? Give me the Peruique, Boy; shall Empress Tabitha's husband go as if his head were scalded? or wear the Seam of a shirt here for a a Band? Shall I who am zealous even to slaying, walk in the streets without a Sword, and not dare to thrust men from the wall, if any shall presume to take't of Empress Tabitha? Are the Fidlers coming, Boy?
Tab.Pish, I cannot abide these doings; are you mad? there come no prophane Fidlers here.
Cut.Be peaceable gentle Tabitha; they will not bring the Organs with them hither; I say be peaceable, and conform to Revelations; It was the Vision bad me do this; Wil't thou resist the Vision?
Tab.An' these be your Visions? little did I think I wusse— O what shall I do? is this your Conversion? which of all the Prophets wore such a Map about their Ears, or such a Sheet about their Necks? Oh! my Mother! what shall I do? I'm undone.
Cut.What shalt thou do? why, thou shalt Dance, and Sing, and Drink, and be Merry; thou shalt go with thy Hair Curl'd, and thy Brests Open; thou shalt wear fine black Stars upon thy Face, and Bobs in thy Ears bigger than bouncing Pears; Nay, if thou do'st begin but to look rustily— I'l ha' thee Paint thy self, like the Whore o' Babylon.
Tab.Oh! that ever I was Born to see this day—
Cut.What, dost thou weep, Queen Dido? thou shalt ha' Sack to drive away thy Sorrows; bring in the Bottle, Boy, I'l be a Loving Husband, the Vision must be Obey'd; Sing Tabitha; Weep o'thy Wedding day? 'tis ominous; Come to my Bed my Dear, &c. Oh, art thou come Boy? fill a Brimmer, nay, fuller yet, yet a little fuller! Here Lady Spouse, here's to our sport at Night.
Tab.Drink it your self, an you will; I'l not touch it, not I.
Cut.By this hand thou shal't pledge me, seeing the Vision said so; Drink, or I'l take a Coach, and carry thee to the Opera immediately.
[Drinks off.Tab.Oh Lord, I can't abide it—
Cut.Why, this will chear thy Heart; Sack, and a Husband? both comfortable things; have at you agen.
Tab.I'l pledge you no more, not I.
Cut.Here take the Glass, and take it off— off every drop, or I'l swear a hundred Oaths in a breathing time.
[Drink.Tab.Well! you'r the strangest man—
Cut.Why, this is right; nay, off with't; so— but the Vision said, that if we left our Drink behind us we should be Hang'd, as many other Honest men na'been, only by a little negligence in the like case; Here's to you Tabitha once agen, we must fulfill the Vision to a Tittle.
Tab.What must I drink agen? well! you are such another Brother— Husband.
Cut.Bravely done, Tabitha! now thou Obey'st the Vision, thou wil't ha' Revelations presently.
Tab.Oh! Lord! my Head's giddy— nay, Brother, Husband, the Boy's taking away the Bottle, and there's another Glass or two in it still.
Cut.O Villainous Boy! fill out you Bastard, and squeeze out the last drop.
[Drinks. Tab.I'l drink to you now, my Dear;
'tis not handsome for you to begin always— Come to my Bed my Dear, and how wast? 'twas a pretty Song, methoughts.
'tis not handsome for you to begin always— Come to my Bed my Dear, and how wast? 'twas a pretty Song, methoughts.
Cut.O Divine Tabitha! here come the Fidlers too, strike up ye Rogues.
Tab.What must we Dance too? is that the Fashion? I could ha' Danc'd the Curranto when I was a Girl, the Curranto's a curious Dance.
Cut.We'l out-dance the Dancing disease; but Tabitha, there's one poor Health left still to be drunk with Musique.
[Drinks.Tab.Let me begin't; here Duck, here's to all that Love us.
Cut.A Health, ye Eternal Scrapers, sound a Health; rarely done Tabitha, what think'st thou now o' thy Mother?
Tab.A fig for my Mother; I'l be a Mother my self shortly; Come Duckling, shall we go home?
[Exeunt.Cut.Go home? the Bride-groom and his Spouse go home? no, we'l Dance home; afore us Squeakers, that way, and be Hang'd you Sempiternal Rakers. O brave! Queen Tabitha! Excellent Empress Tabitha, on ye Rogues.