Jerry. There’s a pair of men-milliners—I say; go home and sleep under the counter.
(Exeunt Sue, Kate, and watchmen).
Tom and Jerry among the “Swell Broad Coves.”
| At St. James’s they dine, when, flushed with new wine, To the Gaming Tables they reel, Where blacklegs and sharps, often gammon the flats, As their pockets do presently feel. Success at first Jerry delighted, But ere the next morning he found That his purse was most cleverly lighted Of nearly Five Thousand Pounds. |
SCENE.—Interior of a fashionable Hell at the West-end of the Town; a large looking-glass in the flat.
Enter GROOM PORTER and MARKERS.
G. Porter. Come, lads, bustle about; play will soon begin—some of the Pigeons are here already, the Greeks will not be long following.