'Then quoth the Q--n, and with her snuff, Rais'd thick terrestrial vapours-- "Suppose we play at blindman's buff, Or cut some country capers." '"Faith" (Cæsar cry'd) "catch who catch can, I'll do my best endeavour; So blind my eyes; 'ware maid and man, And blindman's buff for ever!" 'Queen Dollalolla[88] straightway bound Round Cæsar's eyes the linen, And three times thrice she turn'd him round, While all the group sat grinning. '"Now!" cry'd the Q--n; and, at the word, Off hood-wink'd Cæsar started; While lady, from his grope, and lord, With cunning archness darted. 'Now, Cæsar's hand profanely press'd The bosom of his mother; Now, grasp'd this fair one's naked breast, Now wandered to another. 'Now, on some lady's carmine cheek, His erring fingers lighted, But not one timid shrug, nor shriek, Told that the fair was frighted. 'At length, with am'rous fire, he seized Round her white neck, his sister; And clasp'd her to his heart, well pleas'd, And, still mistaking, kiss'd her. 'And Heaven alone knows when and where Had paus'd the panting Cæsar, But the dame whisper'd in his ear-- "'Tis Mary; pray don't teaze her." 'Then Cæsar quick relax'd his hold, And grip'd to find another; And, soon, with hand most lewd and bold, He clasp'd his wither'd mother. 'But she, too old for am'rous guile, For Cupid's conflagration, Felt his embrace, and stood the while Secure from perturbation. 'Yes, like a stock or stone, she stood, While naughty Cæsar linger'd, Her gay attire and attitude, Her varying graces finger'd. 'But gay, good temper'd Y--k, just by, Felt for his brother's blunder, And, whisp'ring in his ear, so sly, Soon tore the pair asunder. '"Take care, the belles!" then Cæsar cry'd,-- "I'll hug 'em if I reach 'em!" Then Cæsar made a desp'rate stride, And caught young Lady B----mp.[89] 'Young Lady B----mp, strange to tell, Was much attached to virtue; And scream'd, and Cæsar said, "Sweet belle, I'll tickle, but not hurt you." 'And, then, his wicked fingers stray'd About the fair one's graces; The neck and bosom of the maid, And such forbidden places. 'Then, in the maiden's eyes, a tear Glisten'd, and seem'd to linger; And then, she loudly cry'd "O, dear!" And pinch'd the Royal finger. 'But, still, the Royal finger stay'd And shew'd no signs of flinching; But, further in the lab'rinth stray'd, In spite of sighs and pinching. 'So high then grew the maiden's fears, Lest scandal should traduce her; That hard she box'd great Cæsar's ears, And called him "_Vile Seducer!_"