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A TALE OF A TUB.
That the exploit is done, and you possest
Of mistress Awdrey Turfe.—
Of mistress Awdrey Turfe.—
[Exit. Pre. I like your project.
Hugh. And I, of this effect of two to one;
It worketh in my pocket, 'gainst the 'squire,
And his half bottom here, of half a piece,
Which was not worth the stepping o'er the stile for:
His mother has quite marr'd him, lady Tub,
She's such a vessel of fæces: all dried earth,
Terra damnata! not a drop of salt,
[Exit.Or petre in her![1] all her nitre is gone.
It worketh in my pocket, 'gainst the 'squire,
And his half bottom here, of half a piece,
Which was not worth the stepping o'er the stile for:
His mother has quite marr'd him, lady Tub,
She's such a vessel of fæces: all dried earth,
Terra damnata! not a drop of salt,
[Exit.Or petre in her![1] all her nitre is gone.
SCENE IV.
Totten Court.
Before lady Tub's House.
Enter lady Tub, and Pol Martin.
Lady T. Is the nag ready, Martin? call the 'squire.
This frosty morning we will take the air,
About the fields; for I do mean to be
Somebody's Valentine, in my velvet gown,
This morning, though it be but a beggar-man.
Why stand you still, and do not call my son?
This frosty morning we will take the air,
About the fields; for I do mean to be
Somebody's Valentine, in my velvet gown,
This morning, though it be but a beggar-man.
Why stand you still, and do not call my son?
Pol. Madam, if he had couched with the lamb,
He had no doubt been stirring with the lark:
But he sat up at play, and watch'd the cock,
Till his first warning chid him off to rest.
He had no doubt been stirring with the lark:
But he sat up at play, and watch'd the cock,
Till his first warning chid him off to rest.
- ↑ ——— Not a drop of salt,
Or petre in her!] The quibble, such as it is, may possibly escape the reader; the poet means she had nothing of her husband's temper, who was sir Peter Tub. Whal.
