Fixt as the Monument on Fish Street Hill.
Distaf. [kneels.] And thus I swear, as I bestow my hand,
As long as e'er the Monument shall stand,
So long I'm yours——
King. Are then my wishes crown'd?
Distaf. La, sir! I'd not say no for twenty pound;
Let silly maids for love their favours yield,
Rich ones for me—a king against the field.
Song.—"Paddy's Wedding."
Queen Dido at