There’s one! go it, Jerry!—Come, Green.
Log. Aye, come, Jerry, there’s the Charlies’ fiddles going.
Jerry. Charlie’s fiddles!—I’m not fly, Doctor.
Log. Rattles, Jerry, rattles! you’re fly now, I see. Come along, Tom! Go it, Jerry! Exit.
Night Scene.—Tom and Jerry upsetting the Charlies.
| Hark! the watchman springs his rattle, Now the midnight’s lark begun; Boxes crashing, lanthorns smashing, Mill the Charlies—oh! what fun. Pigs are hauling, girls are bawling, Wretch, how durst you bang me so, My sconce you’ve broken—for your joking, You shall to the watch-house go. |
SCENE.—The City side of Temple Bar, by Moonlight. Watchbox—Watchmen crying the hour at different parts of the stage.
Enter drunken BUCK.