DUET. (When Serjeant Belswagger, that masculine brute)

When Serjeant Belswagger, that masculine brute, One day had been drinking to swear a recruit, He kiss'd you, I saw him, or else may I die, And you, cruel Maudlin, ne'er once cry'd, O fie!

Again, when the squire had come home from the chase, You receiv'd him, O gods, with a smile on your face, Henceforth, then, my sheep harum skarum may run, For Maudlin is faithless, and I am undone.

Ah, Joe! you're a good one; one day in my place— My husband at home—I was forc'd to send Grace: I know for a truth, which you cannot gainsay, You touzled her well on a cock of new hay.

Nay, swore you'd be hers—and, what is worse yet, That you only lov'd me just for what you could get; As for charms then, I ne'er will believe I have one, For Joey is faithless, and I am undone.

Will you know then the truth on't: I touz'd her I own, Though I rather by half would have let it alone; But I did it to see if you jealous would prove, For that, people say, is a sure sign of love.

And for me, if the squire said soft things in my ear, I suffer'd it, thinking he'd call for strong beer; And as to the serjeant, 'tis always a rule, One had better be kiss'd than be teaz'd—by a fool.