With that he twisted his girdle at me like a rope, as who should say,
Now you may go hang yourself for me! and so went away.
Well: I thought I should have swoon'd. Lord! said I, what shall I do?
I have lost my money, and shall lose my true love too!
Then my lord called me: Harry[1], said my lord, don't cry;
I'll give you something toward thy loss: and, says my lady, so will I.
Oh! but said I, what if, after all, the chaplain won't come to?
For that, he said, (an't please your excellencies,) I must petition you.
The premises tenderly consider'd, I desire your excellencies protection,
And that I may have a share in next Sunday's collection;
And, over and above, that I may have your excellencies letter,
With an order for the chaplain aforesaid, or, instead of him, a better:
And then your poor petitioner, both night and day,
Or the chaplain (for 'tis his trade), as in duty bound, shall ever pray.
- ↑ A cant word of lord and lady B. to Mrs. Harris.
