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She. PRay now John, let Jug prevail,
Doff thy Sword and take a Flail,
Wounds and Blows, with scorching Heat,
Will abroad be all you'll get.
He. Zooks y'are mad, ye simple Jade,
Begone and don't prate;
She. How think ye I shall do with Hob and Sue,
And all our Brats, when wanting you:
He. When I am rich with plunder,
Thou my Gain shalt share, Jug.
She. My Share will be but small, I fear,
When bold Dragoons have been pickering there,
And the Flea flints, the Germans strip 'em bare.
He. Mind your Spinning,
Mend your Linnen;
Look to your Cheese too,
Your Piggs and your Geese too:
She. No, no, I'll ramble out with you;
He. Blood and Fire,
If you tire,
Thus my Patience,
With Vexations, and Narrations,
Thumping, thumping, thumping
Is the fatal Word, Joan;
She. Do, do, I'm good at thumping too.
He. Morbleau, that Huff shall never do.
