"'Why, spouse, for shame!—my stars! what's this about?
You's ever sleeping!—come, we'll all go out;—
At that there garden,—pr'ythee, do not stare!—
We'll take a mouthful of the country air;
In the yew bower an hour or two we'll kill;
There you may smoke, and drink what punch you will.
Sophy and Billy each shall walk with me,
And you must carry little Emily.
Veny is sick, and pants, and loathes her food;