Exit Peddler. Enter Thos. Jefferson.
Thos. J. What have you got, Betsey?
Bet. Some ear-rings that used to belong to the immortal Shakespeare’s wife informally.
Thos. J. Good gracious! I saw Miss Morten this morning sell them to this peddler. She sold them for a dozen shirt buttons, and a paper of pins.
Bet. I don’t believe it.
Thos. J. It is the truth; he wanted to buy old jewelry. She brought out some broken rings and these were in the box, and she told him he might have them in welcome; but he give her the buttons and pins.
Who bought for gold the purest brass?
Mother, who brought this grief to pass?
What was this maiden’s name? alas!
Betsey Bobbett.