A FIFTH
You swaggering fellow, is your hide
A third time itching to be tried?
I won’t go there, your jolly rows disgust me!
SERVANT-GIRL
No,—no! I’ll turn and go to town again.
ANOTHER
We’ll surely find him by those poplars yonder.
THE FIRST
That’s no great luck for me, ’tis plain.
You’ll have him, when and where you wander:
His partner in the dance you’ll be,—
But what is all your fun to me?
THE OTHER
He’s surely not alone to-day:
He’ll be with Curly-head, I heard him say.