I have been roaring all Night with Six
_Temple_ Rakes at the _Dog_ and _Partridge_ Tavern in _Wild-street_, and
am so hoarse I cou'd not sing a Line, were the whole Town to subscribe for
me.

_Knap_. Take t'other Glass, _Betty_.

_Bett_. T'other Glass, Fellow, by the Bishop of _Munster_, these Puppies
have a Design upon me! but give it me, however, for all that know me, know
I never baulk my Glass.

_Shr_. But the Song, the Song, _Betty_. [_She Sings_

SONG.

I.

_How happy are we,
Who from Virtue are free,
That curbing Disease of the Mind,
Can indulge ev'ry Taste,
Love where we like best,
Not by dull Reputation confin'd_.

II.

_When were Young, fit to toy,
Gay Delights we enjoy,
And have Crouds of new Lovers wooing;
When were old and decay'd,
We procure for the Trade,
Still in ev'ry Age we are doing_.

III.

_If a Cully we meet,
We spend what we get
Ev'ry Day, for the next never think,
When we die, where we go,
We have no Sense to know,
For a Bawd always dies in drink_.

_Bett_. [_Aside to_ Shrimp.] Hark'e, Satan, where did you pick up this
modest Youth; does he bleed?

_Shr_. Oh! abundantly.

_Bett_. That's well, dress him up, and send him _to Will_'s Coffee-House
and he'll soon grow impudent. [_To_ Tott.] My dear, eat this Orange, and
gi'me Half a Crown.

_Tott_. Half a Crown for an Orange! I can buy one in the Country for two
Pence.

_Bett_. So you may in Town, lovely Swain, but ev'ry Smock I put upon my
Back costs me nine Shillings an Ell.

_Knap_. But tell us, _Betty_, what Intrigues are going forward, your
publick Post brings you into a world of private Business, d'you know ever
an amorous Lady that would present me with a hundred Guineas to oblige
her?

_Bett_. Thee, Child, Lord starve thee, a Foot Soldier! one o'the Infantry,
a Lady that's Fool enough to pay for her Pleasures, may provide her self
better out o' the Guards.--Come, gi'me t'other Bumper, nothing's to be got
here, I find, and I must run.

_Shr_. Why in such hast, _Betty_?

_Bett_. Haste, Creature, why the Fourth Act is just done, and t'other bold
Beast will run away with all the Money.

_Knap_. Hark'e, _Bess_, don't stroddle over Peoples Backs so as you us'd
to do.

_Bett_. Why, how now, Mr. Impudence, I think we do 'em too great an
Honour, and whoever affronts me for it I'll have him kick'd as soon as the
Play's over. [_Exit._

_Shr_. Come, my dear Boy, let's t