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pier, and they are coming into it. Well, well, well! that is two for one, cent. per cent. so I have made a pretty goot bargain,-Now I will ring my bell, and order my dinner: Yes, yes, I will eat my dinner, for I am hungry. [Sits.-Rings,

Enter JABAL.

Sheva. Oh! you knave! Oh! you picklock! how dare you listen at my door, and hear my secrets ? sirrah, I will have your ears nailed to it.-Don't you speak, don't you speak: you will make me angry, and that will spoil my appetite.-What have you got in the house for my repast?

Jabal. Plenty, as good luck will have it,

Sheva. Plenty, say you? What is it? Let me hear.

Jabal. One egg-shell, and the skins of three potatoes: shall I serve them up at once, or make two courses of them ?

Sheva. How now, you jackanapes! One egg-shell is nothing goot for a hungry man.-Have you left some of the potatoes in the skins?

Jabal. Not an atom; you may have the broth they were boiled in.

Sheva. You are a saucy knave, to make a joke of your master. Do you think I will keep a jack-pudding in my house like you, to listen at my key-hole, and betray my conversation? Why did you say I gave away my monies?

Jabal. What harm did I do? Nobody believed me, Sheva. Go your ways, go your ways; you are not for my purpose, you are not fit to be trusted; you do let your idle tongue run away with you.

Jabal. That is because you won't employ my teeth.

Sheva. You do prate too much; you do chatter, and bring your poor master into great straits; I have been much maltreated and abused.

Jabal. Have you so? I wish to goodness I had

been by.

Sheva. Sirrah! you wish you had been by, to hear your master abused?

Jabal. Yes, for I would have dealt the fellow that abused you, such a recompense in the fifth button, that he should have remembered it as long as he lived. Damn it! do you think I would stand by, and hear my master abused?

Sheva. Don't you swear, don't you swear-That is goot lad, but don't you swear.

Jabal. No, though I may be starved in your service, I will die in your defence.

Sheva. Well, well; you are a merry knave-but my eyes do water a little: the air is sharp, and they are weak. Go your ways, go your ways-send Dorcas to me. [Exit JABAL.] I cannot tell what ails my heart all this day long, it is so troublesome. I have spent ten thousand pounds, to make it quiet; but there must be a little fraction more-I must give the poor knave something for his good will-Oh, dear, oh dear! What will become of me?

Enter DORCAS.

So, so! Come hither, Dorcas. Why do you look sad? what ails you, girl? Why do you cry?

Dorcas. Because you are going to turn away Jabal He is the kindliest, willingest, goodnaturedest soul alive-the house will be a dungeon without Jabal.

Sheva. Then tell him, 'tis at your request I let him stay in this dungeon. Say, that I was very angry with him, but that you pacified my anger.

Dorcas. Lord love your heart! that is so like you.

Sheva. Hark you, Dorcas, I will give you this piece of money to make the poor knave merry! ! but

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