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54 The shoes put on, our faithful portress Admits us in, to storm the fortress; While tortur'd madam bound remains, Like Montezume, in golden chains; Or like a cat with walnuts shod Stumbling at every step she trod. Sly hunters thus, in Borneo's isle, To catch a monkey by a wile, The mimick animal amuse; They place before him gloves and shoes; Which when the brute puts awkward on, All his agility is gone: In vain to frisk or climb he tries; The huntsmen seize the grinning prize. But let us on our first assault Secure the larder and the vault: The valiant Dennis you must fix on, And I'll engage with Peggy Dixon : Then, if we once can seize the key And chest that keeps my lady's tea, They must surrender at discretion; And, soon as we have gain'd possession, We'll act as other conquerors do, Divide the realm between us two: Then (let me see) we'll make the knight Our clerk, for he can read and write; But must not think, I tell him that, Like Lorimer to wear his hat: Yet, when we dine without a friend. We'll place him at the lower end. Madam, whose skill does all in dress lie, May serve to wait on Mrs. Lesley; But,