PROLOGUE. 'N this grave Age, when Comedies are few, Tho' 'twere poor Stuff, yet bid the Author fair, But But if you're rough, and use him like a Dog, Depend upon it BUTLER. HERE came another Coach to Town laft Night, that brought a Gentleman to enquire about this ftrange Noife, we hear in the Houfe. This Spirit will bring a power of Custom to the George-If fo be he continues his Pranks, I defign to fell a Pot of Ale, and fet up the Sign of the Drum.. COACH •H 5 COACHMAN. I'll give Madam warning, that's flat-I've always liv'd in fober Families. I'll not difparage myself to be a Servant in a House that is haunted. GARDINER. I'll e'en marry Nell, and rent a bit of Ground of my own, if both of you leave Madam; not but that Madam's a very good Woman-if Mrs. Abigal did not fpoil her-come, here's her Health. BUT LE R.. It's a very hard thing to be a Butler in a Houfe, that is difturb'd. He made fuch a Racket in the Cellar laft Night,that I'm afraid he'll four all the Beer in my Barrels. COACHMA N. Why then, John, we ought to take it off as fast as we can. Here's to you-He rattled fo loud under the Tiles last Night, that I verily thought the House wou'd have fallen over our Heads. I durft not go up into the Cock-loft this Morning, if I had not got one of the Maids to go along with me. GARDINER. I thought I heard him in one of my Bed-posts-I marvel, John, how he gets into the House when all the Gates are fhut. BUTLE R. Why look ye, Peter, your Spirit will creep you into an Augre-hole:- he'll whisk you through a Key-hole, without fo much as juftling against one of the Wards. COACHMAN. Poor Madam is mainly frighted, that's certain, and verily believes 'tis my Mafter that was kill'd in the last Campaign. BUTLER. Out of all Manner of queftion, Robin, 'tis Sir George. Mrs. Abigal is of Opinion it can be none but his Honour; he always lov'd the Wars, and you know was |