Mr. Jonathan, won't you please to sit down? Mr. Jessamy tells me you wanted to have some conversation with me. [Having brought forward two chairs, they sit.] JONATHAN Ma'am!-- JENNY Sir!-- JONATHAN Ma'am!-- JENNY Pray, how do you like the city, Sir? JONATHAN Ma'am!-- JENNY I say, Sir, how do you like New-York? JONATHAN Ma'am!-- JENNY The stupid creature! but I must pass some little time with him, if it is only to endeavour to learn whether it was his master that made such an abrupt entrance into our house, and my young mistress's heart, this morning. [Aside.] As you don't seem to like to talk, Mr. Jonathan--do you sing? JONATHAN Gor, I--I am glad she asked that, for I forgot what Mr. Jessamy bid me say, and I dare as well be hanged as act what he bid me do, I'm so ashamed. [Aside.] Yes, Ma'am, I can sing--I can sing Mear, Old Hundred, and Bangor. JENNY Oh! I don't mean psalm tunes. Have you no little song to please the ladies, such as Roslin Castle, or the Maid of the Mill? JONATHAN Why, all my tunes go to meeting tunes, save one, and I count you won't altogether like that 'ere. JENNY What is it called? JONATHAN I am sure you have heard folks talk about it; it is called Yankee Doodle. JENNY Oh! it is the tune I am fond of; and if I know anything of my mistress, she would be glad to dance to it. Pray, sing! JONATHAN [Sings.] Father and I went up to camp, Along with Captain Goodwin; And there we saw the men and boys, As thick as hasty-pudding. Yankee doodle do, etc. And there we saw a swamping gun, Big as log of maple, On a little deuced cars, A load for father's cattle. Yankee doodle do, etc. And every time they fired it off It took a horn of powder, It made a noise--like father's gun, Only a nation louder. Yankee doodle do, etc. There was a man in our town, His name was-- No, no, that won't do. Now, if I was with Tabitha Wymen and Jemima Cawley down at father Chase's, I shouldn't mind singing this all out before them--you would be affronted if I was to sing that, though that's a lucky thought; if you should be affronted, I have something dang'd cute, which Jessamy told me to say to you. JENNY Is that all! I assure you I like it of all things. JONATHAN No, no; I can sing more; some other time, when you and I are better acquainted, I'll sing the whole of it--no, no--that's a fib--I can't sing but a hundred and ninety verses; our Tabitha at home can sing it all.--[Sings.] Marblehead's a rocky place, And Cape-Cod is sandy; Charlestown is burnt down, Boston is the dandy. Yankee doodle, doodle do, etc. I vow, my own town song has put me into such topping spirits that I believe I'll begin to do a little, as Jessamy says we must when we go a-courting.--[Runs and kisses her.] Burning rivers! cooling flames! red-hot roses! pig-nuts! hasty-pudding and ambrosia! JENNY What means this freedom? you insulting wretch. [Strikes him.] JONATHAN