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She. PRay now John, let Jug prevail, Doff thy Sword and take a Flail, Wounds and Blows, with scorching Heat, Will abroad be all you'll get. He.  Zooks y'are mad, ye simple Jade, Begone and don't prate; She. How think ye I shall do with Hob and Sue, And all our Brats, when wanting you: He.  When I am rich with plunder, Thou my Gain shalt share, Jug. She. My Share will be but small, I fear, When bold Dragoons have been pickering there, And the Flea flints, the Germans strip 'em bare.

He.          Mind your Spinning, Mend your Linnen; Look to your Cheese too, Your Piggs and your Geese too: She. No, no, I'll ramble out with you; He.          Blood and Fire, If you tire, Thus my Patience, With Vexations, and Narrations, Thumping, thumping, thumping Is the fatal Word, Joan; She. Do, do, I'm good at thumping too. He.  Morbleau, that Huff shall never do.