grey goose waddled through the dirt with a fine flounced petticoat.
Mar. Hold your fool's tongue, do! no upstart parliament-men for me! Baltimore for ever!
Croud on B. side call out) Baltimore for ever!
1st Mob on B. side.) Sour paste and tangled bobbins for weavers!
1st Mob on F. side.) Empty purses and tatter'd lace for gentlemen!
Old woman on B. side.) We'll have no strange new-comers for our member: Baltimore for me!
Old woman on F. side.) Good broth is better than good blood, say I: Freeman for me!
Little Boy on B. side.) Weaver, weaver, flap, flap!
Grin o'er your shuttle, and rap, rap!
(acting the motion of a weaver.)
Little Boy on F. side.) Gentleman, gentleman, proud of a word! Stand on your tip-toes, and bow to my lord! (acting a gentleman.)
Mar. Go, you little devil's imp! who teaches you to blaspheme your betters? (She gives the boy a box on the ear: the mob on the other side take his part: a great uproar and confusion, and exeunt both sides fighting.)
