By doing this ye would not us befool;
Medea! the idea makes our blood run cool,
Besides of classics we’d enough at school.
The Boys.
Come, I say, now, the girls can darn, and hem,
And cook a chop, and clean a meerschaum-stem;
Our sisters take, we are so tired of them.
The Maidens.
Perhaps if ruffs around our necks were tied,
Or you with idiotic stare we eyed