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was mightily pleas'd from a Child with the Music of a.
Drum.

G A R D I N E R.
I wonder his Body was never found after the Battle.

BUT LE R.
Found! Why, you fool, is not his Body here about
the House ? Doft thou think he can beat his Drum with
out Hands and Arms?

COACHMAN.
'Tis Master as sure as I stand here alive, and I verii.
ly believe I saw him last Night in the Town-close.

GARDIN E R..
Ay! how did he appear ?

COACH MA N..
Like a white Horse.

BUT LE R.
Pho, Robin, I tell ye he has never appear'd yet, but
in the Shape of the Sound of a Drum.

со 4 снM A N. This makes one almost afraid of one's own Shadow. As I was walking from the Stable t'other Night without my Lanthorn, I fell across a Beam, that lay in my way, and faith my Heart was in my Mouth--I thought I ħad tumbled over a Spirit.

BUT LE R.
Thon might't as well have stumbled over a Straw ;;
why, a Spirit is such a little little Thing, that I have
heard a Man, who was a great Scholar, say, that he'll
dance a Lancashire Horn-pipe upon the point of a Needle
-As I sat in the Pantry fast Night counting my Spoons,
the Candle methought burnt blue, and the spay'à Bitch
look'd' as if she saw something:

COACH M A N.
Ay poor Cur; she's almost frightend out of her Wits..

GARDINER.
Ay I warrant ye, she hears hin many a time and often
when we don't.

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BUTLER My Lady must have him laid, that's certain; what ever it cost her.

GARDIN E R. I fancy, when one goes to market, one might hear of somebody that can make a spell.

COACH MA N.
Why may not the parson of our parish lay him ?

BUIL E R.
No, no, no, our parfon cannot lay him.

COACH M A N.
Why not he as well as another Man?

BUT L E R. Why, ye fool, he is not qualified-He has not taken the oaths.

G A RD IN E R. Why, d'ye think John, that the Spirit wou'd take the law of him? - faith, I cou'd tell you one way to drive him off.

CO A C H M A N. How's that?

GARDIN E R. I'll tell you immediately (drinks] - I fancy Mrs. Abigal might fcold him out of the house.

CO A CHM A N. Ay, she has a tongue that would drown his Drum, if any thing cou'd.

BUT LE R. Pugh, this is all froth! you understand nothing of the matter the next time it makes a noise, I tell you what ought to be done, - I wou'd have the steward speak Latin to it.

COACH M A N.
Ay, that wou'd do, if the steward had but courage.

G A R D IN E R.
There you have it -He's a fearful man. If I had as

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much learning as he, and I met the ghoft, I'd tell him his own! but alack what can one of as poor men do with a Spirit, that can neither write nor read.

BUTLER.
Thou art always cracking and boasting, Peter; thou
doft not know what mischief it might do thee, if such
a filly dog as thee should offer to speak to it. For ought
I know, he might flea thee alive, and make parchment
of thy skin to cover his Drum with.

GÅR DIN E R.
A fiddlestic ! tell not me - I fear nothing, not I!
I never did harm in my life, I never committed murder,

BU TLE R.
I verily believe thee, keep thy temper, Peter; after
fupper we'll drink each of us a double mug, and then
let come what will.

GARDINER.
Why that's well said, John, an honeft man that is
not quite sober, has nothing to fear - Here's to ye ---
why how if he shou'd come this minute, here wou'd I
ftand. Ha! what noise is that?

BUT LE R and COACH M A N.
Ha! where ?

GARDIN E R.
The devil ! 'the devil! Oh no, 'tis Mrs. Abigal.

BUT L E R.
Ay faith! 'tis the ; 'tis Mrs. Abigal! a good mitakd!
'tis Mrs. Abigal.

Enter A BIG A L.

A BIGA L. Here are your drunken fots for you! Is this a time to be guzzling, when gentry are come to the house! why don't you lay your cloth? How come you out of the tables? Why are not you at work in your garden?

GAR

GARDIN E R. Why, yonder's the fine Londoner and Madam fetching a walk together, and methought they look'd as if they should say they had rather have my room than my company.

B UT LE R. And so forsooth being all three met together, we are doing our endeavours to drink this fame Drummer out of our heads.

G A RD IN E R. For you must know, Mrs. Abigal, we are all of opi. nion that one can't be a match for him, untess one be as drunk as a Drum,

COACH M A N. I am resolved to give Madam warning to hire herself another Coachman; for I came to serve.my Master d'ye see, while he was alive, but do suppose that he has no farther occasion for a coach, now he walks..

BUTLER. Truly, Mrs. Abigal, I must needs say, that this fame Spirit is a very odd sort of a body, after all, to fright Madam and his old servants at this rate.

G A R D I N E R. And truly, Mrs. Abigal, I must needs say, I serv'd my Mafter contentedly, while he was living; but I will serve no man living, (that is, no Man that is not living) with out double Wages.

A B IG Å L. Ay, 'tis such cowards as you that go about with idle: tories to disgrace the house, and bring so many Strangers about it; you first frighten yourselves, and then your neighbours.

G. A RD IN E R.
Frighten'd! I scorn your words. Frightend quoth-a!

A B I. G A L,
What, you fot! are you grown pot-valiant?

GAR

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GARDINER,
Frightend with a Drum! that's a good one! it will
do us no harm, I'll answer for it. It will bring no
bloodshed along with it, take my word. It sounds as
like a train-band Drum as ever I heard in my life.

BUT L E R.
Pr'ythee, Peter, don't be so presumptuous.

A B I G A L.
Well, these drunken rogues take it as I could with.

(Afide.
GARDIN E R.
I scorn to be frightned, now I am in for't ; if old Dub-
a-dub should come into the room, I wou'd take him-

BUT L E R.
Pr'ythee hold thy tongue.

G A R D IN E R.
I would take him - [The Drum beats, the Gardiner-

endeavours to get off, and falls, BUT LE R and C O A CHM A N. Speak to it, Mrs. Abigal.

G A RD IN ER.
Spare my life, and take all I have.

COA CHM A N.
Make off, make off, good Butler, and let us go hide
ourselves in the cellar.

[They all run off

ABIGAL fola.

A BIG A L. So, now the coast is clear, I may venture to call out my

Drummer-But first let me shut the door, left we be furpris'd. Mr. Fantome, Mr. Pantome! (He beats.] Nay, pay, pray come out, the enemy's fled

I mult speak with you immediately - don't stay to beat a parley.

[The back Scene opens, and discovers Fantome with a Drum.

FAN

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