Jim. Yes, sir; widout prevarication.
Pom. Well, I s’pose you will take some ob de fair sex wid you?
Jim. Yes, sah; I will hab de extreme honor of perambulating dar wid de lubly Miss Araminta Peachblossom.
Pom. I s’pose de young lady will take her heels wid her, won’t she? Just you take my advice, Mr. Jim Brown, and when you’re dancing, jus’ mind how you swing dem comers, or you’ll trip up eberybody dat comes widin free feet ob you. Ha, yah! [Exit laughing, L. H. Jim is going off, R. H., when he is met by some negroes, who thrust him off, L. H., crying: “Come, go ’long; we is gwine to de ball, we is!”
Scene II.—Another Street, or a Park, with set House, L. H.
[Enter Jim, R. H., with banjo.
Jim. Hang dese low niggers! dey are always in de way ob dere superiors. [Looks at his watch.] My gracious! it’s nearly time to get ready fur de ball; so I’ll just slamanade Miss Araminta a little before I go.
[Sings. Air.—“Oh, hush.”
Lubly Araminta, Brown is come,