MISS NEV. It is a good-natured creature at bottom, and I'm sure would wish to see me married to anybody but himself. But my aunt's bell rings for our afternoon's walk round the improvements. _Allons!_ Courage is necessary, as our affairs are critical. MISS HARD. Would it were bedtime, and all were well. _Exeunt._ SCENE.—_An ale house room. Several shabby fellows, with punch and tobacco._ TONY _at the head of the table, a little higher than the rest: a mallet in his hand_. OMNES. Hurrea, hurrea, hurrea, bravo! 1 FEL. Now, gentlemen, silence for a song. The 'squire is going to knock himself down for a song. OMNES. Ay, a song, a song! TONY. Then I'll sing you, gentlemen, a song I made upon this alehouse, the Three Pigeons. SONG. Let school-masters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Give _genus_ a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish gods, Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians; Their _quis_, and their _quæs_, and their _quods_, They're all but a parcel of pigeons. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. When methodist-preachers come down, A preaching that drinking is sinful, I'll wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skin full. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever; Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever! Let some cry up woodcock or hare, Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons; But of all the birds in the air, Here's a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons! Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. OMNES. Bravo! bravo! 1 FEL. The 'squire has got spunk in him. 2 FEL. I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing that's _low_. 3 FEL. O damn anything that's _low_, I cannot bear it. 4 FEL. The genteel thing, is the genteel thing at any time. If so be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly. 3 FEL. I like the maxum of it, Master Muggins. What though I am obligated to dance a bear? a man may be a gentleman for all that. May this be my poison, if my bear ever dances but to the very genteelest of tunes: "Water parted," or "The minuet in Ariadne." 2 FEL. What a pity it is the 'squire is not come to his own! It would be well for all the publicans within ten miles round of him. TONY. Ecod and so it would, Master Slang. I'd then show what it was to keep choice of company.