"And he dances, dances, dances,
And goes upright like a Christian swain,
And he shows you pretty fancies,
Nor ever tries to shake off his chain.
"Lubin. Servant, master. Now, Mopsa, you are happy—it is, indeed, a handsome creature. What country does your bear come from?
"Pev. Dis bear, please your worship, is of de race of dat bear of St. Anthony, who was the first convert he made in de woods. St. Anthony bade him never more meddle with man, and de bear observed de command to his dying day.
"Lub. Wonderful!
"Pev. Dis generation be all de same—all born widout toots.
"Colin. What, can't he bite? (puts his finger to the Bear's mouth, who bites him.) Oh Lord, no toots! why you ——
"Pev. Oh dat be only his gum. (Mopsa laughs.)
"Col. For shame, Mopsa—now, I say Maister Lubin, mustn't she give me a kiss to make it well?
"Lub. Ay, kiss her, kiss her, Colin.
"Col. Come, Miss. (Mopsa runs to the Bear, who kisses her.)"