Jacob Faithful . ndy young man, said one of the women, withan old straw bonnet and very dirty ribbons, laughing, andpointing to my man. Plead you to me, fair dame ? I know you not;At Ephesus I am but two hours old,As strange unto your town as to your talk. Well, he be a reglar rum cove, Ive a notion, said anotherof the women, when she witnessed the theatrical airs of thespeaker, who immediately recommenced— The barge she sat in, like a burnishd throne,Burnd on the water—the poop was beaten gold,Purple the sails, and so perfumed, thatThe winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver,Whi
Jacob Faithful . ndy young man, said one of the women, withan old straw bonnet and very dirty ribbons, laughing, andpointing to my man. Plead you to me, fair dame ? I know you not;At Ephesus I am but two hours old,As strange unto your town as to your talk. Well, he be a reglar rum cove, Ive a notion, said anotherof the women, when she witnessed the theatrical airs of thespeaker, who immediately recommenced— The barge she sat in, like a burnishd throne,Burnd on the water—the poop was beaten gold,Purple the sails, and so perfumed, thatThe winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver,Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and madeThe water, which they beat, to follow faster,As amorous of their strokes. For her own beggard all description. Come, Ill be blowed but weve had enough of that, sojust shut your pan, said one of the women, angrily. Her gentlewomen, like the Naiades,So many mermaids tend her. Mind what youre arter, or your mouth will tend to yourmischief, young fellow. 248. Mmd what youre arter, yoxmg fellow. JACOB FAITHFUL From the bargeA strange, invisible perfume hits the senseOf the adjacent wharfs. Jem, just run him alongside, and break his head withyour oar. I thinks as how I will, if he dont mend his manners. I saw her onceHop forty paces through the public streets. You lie, you liver-faced rascal, I never walked the streetsin my life ; Im a lawful married woman. Jem, do you callyourself a man, and stand this here ? Well, now, Sal, but he is a nice young man. Now anthe ? observed one of the other women. Away,Away, you trifler. Love ! I know thee not,I care not for thee, Kate : this is no worldTo play with mammets, and to tilt with lips ;We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns. Ive a notion you will, too, my hearty, interrupted one ofthe colliers. That ere long tongue of yours will bring youinto disgrace. Bill, give her a jerk towards the wherry, andwell duck him. My friend, said the actor, addressing me, Let not his unwholeso
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