TIME—June, 1668.

[top]

[THE SCARLET STIGMA.]

[Act I.]

[Scene I.]

Butts. The Margery D. was a trim little ship,
The men they could man, and the skipper could skip;
She sailed from her haven one fine summer day,
And she foundered at sea in the following way,—
To-wit:
All. A-rinkety, clinkety, clink, clank, clank,
The liquor they bathed in, the spirits they drank;
A sailor at sea with three sheets in the wind
Can hardly be called, sirs, quite sober.

Enter Mother Carey, from Tavern.

Carey. Cap'n! Cap'n Butts! Gen'le gen'lemen! would [top] ye rune a pore widdy woman by a singing of sech filthy tunes? And me up for my license again nex' Tuesday!