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Out-spoke DOLLY the Chambermaid,
Firing then, out of sheer alarm,
Hit the BEAU in the bridle-arm.
Button the first went none knows where,
Button the second a circuit made,
Down from the saddle and never stirred!-
Slipped not less from the mare, and bound
Then, lest his Worship should rise and flee,
Jumped on his chestnut, BET the fleet (Called after BET of Portugal Street);
Came like the wind to the old Inn-door;-
Vowed she 'd 'peach if he misbehaved
Staines and Windsor were all on fire :-
But whether His M-J-STY saw her or not,
GEORGE the Guard fled over the sea:
And something of DOLLY one still may trace
Turned King's evidence, sad to state;-
As for the BEAU, he was duly tried,
Went on his way to TYBURN Tree,
Served for a day-as the last of "sights,”
Every privilege rank confers :-
Flagon of ale at Holborn Bar;
Every one knows the speech he made;
Waved to the crowd with his gold-laced hat;
Turned to the Topsman undismayed...
And this is the Ballad that seemed to hide
"Humbly Inscrib’'d” (with curls and tails) By the Author to FREDERICK, Prince of WALES :
"Published by FRANCIS and OLIVER PINE; Ludgate-Hill, at the Blackmoor Sign. Seventeen-Hundred-and-Thirty-Nine."
A RHYMED MONOLOGUE IN THE LOUVRE.
"Belle Marquise, vos beaux ycux me font mourir d'amour." MOLIÈRE.
As you sit there at your ease,
O Marquise !
Mute at every word you utter,
"Belle Marquise !"—
As you sit there growing prouder,
Or at least he told you so ;
Growing proud, I say, and prouder
Fickle Queen of Fop and Beau,
Do we love you most or like you, "Belle Marquise !"
You are fair; O yes, we know it
For he swore it, your last poet,
On his knees; And he called all heaven to witness Of his ballad and its fitness,
Belle Marquise !"
You were everything in ère
"Reine," and "Mère d'Amour"; You were "" Vénus à Cythère";
Sappho mise en Pompadour," And "Minerve en Parabère"; You had every grace of heaven In your most angelic face,