Squ. _Rich._ Flesh! I cawnt tell, not I----seen every thing I think. First there we went o' top o' the what d'ye call it? there, the great huge stone post, up the rawnd and rawnd stairs, that twine and twine about, just an as thof it were a cork screw. _Myr._ O, the Monument! well, and was it not a fine sight from the top of it? Squ. _Rich._ Sight, Miss! I know no'--I saw nowght but smoak and brick housen, and steeple tops----then there was such a mortal ting-tang of bells, and rumbling of carts and coaches, and then the folks under one look'd so small, and made such a hum, and a buz, it put me in mind of my mother's great glass bee-hive in our garden in the country. _Myr._ I think, Master, you give a very good account of it. Squ. _Rich._ Ay! but I did no like it: for my head--my head--began to turn----so I trundled me dawn stairs ugain like a round trencher. _Myr._ Well! but this was not all you saw, I suppose? Squ. _Rich._ Noa! noa! we went after that and saw the lions, and I lik'd them better by hawlf; they are pure grim devils; hoh, hoh! I touke a stick, and gave one of them such a poke o' the noase----I believe he would ha' snapt my head off, an he could ha' got me. Hoh! hoh! hoh! _Myr._ Well, Master, when you and I go abroad, I'll shew you prettier sights than these----there's a masquerade to-morrow. Squ. _Rich._ O laud! ay! they say that's a pure thing for _Merry Andrews_, and those sort of comical mummers----and the Count tells me, that there lads and lasses may jig their tails, and eat, and drink, without grudging, all night-lung. _Myr._ What would you say now, if I should get you a ticket and go along with you? Squ. _Rich._ Ah dear! _Myr._ But have a care, Squire, the fine ladies there are terribly tempting; look well to your heart, or ads me! they'll whip it up in the trip of a minute. Squ. _Rich._ Ay, but they can't thoa----soa let 'um look to themselves, an' ony of 'um falls in love with me--mayhap they had as good be quiet. _Myr._ Why sure you would not refuse a fine lady, would you? Squ. _Rich._ Ay, but I would tho' unless it were--one at I know of. _Myr._ Oh! oh! then you have left your heart in the country, I find? Squ. _Rich._ Noa, noa, my heart----eh----my heart e'nt awt o' this room. _Myr._ I am glad you have it about you, however. Squ. _Rich._ Nay, mahap not soa neather, somebody else may have it, 'at you little think of. _Myr._ I can't imagine what you mean! Squ. _Rich._ Noa! why doan't you know how many folks there is in this room, naw? _Myr._ Very fine, Master, I see you have learnt the town gallantry already. Squ. _Rich._ Why doan't you believe 'at I have a kindness for you then? _Myr._ Fy! fy! Master, how you talk! beside you are too young to think of a wife. Squ. _Rich._ Ay but I caunt help thinking o' yow, for all that. _Myr._ How! why sure, Sir, you don't pretend to think of me in a dishonourable way?