And through life so grievously vex’d, sir,
And disappointments oft did meet, sir,
And instead of a kiss, I oft got beat, sir,
Sometimes cuff’d and sometimes scouted,
Because I asked what woman wanted,
And if ever that I marry again, sir,
I’ll surely marry a perfect man, sir.
Mother Chatter,—Man, indeed! yes, I hope she will take care next time she marries, and not be duped in that way again; and as she was such a bad judge I would advise her to taste and try first next time.
Mother Sprightly,—I have no doubt but she’ll examine the beard and whiskers of the next man she marries, and not take a beardless thing at his own word.
With this pretty handsome groom, sir,