A Dialogue between My
Lord Hump, & his Valet d Chambre,
CONCERNING
The Pretty Lady's being in Love with his Lordship.
To the Tune of, Hark, hark, and yonder.
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I.
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Master. JAck, Tom, where are you,
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What makes you not attend ho,
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The hour is late,
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And no one to wait,
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I should a been dress'd before now,
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(Man) Sir I come, I come Sir,
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Here's your Gown, here's your Gown,
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Your Slippers's ready on the ground,
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With all things to put on Sir,
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With all things to put on Sir.
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II.
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(Mast.) Come Sirra shave me,
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I must not look so gravely,
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Lest Miss o' the Town,
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When sees me shou'd frown,
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And flightingly shou'd leave me,
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For I am on Honour,
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For to meet, for to meet
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A Nymph that's Charming fair & Sweet,
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(Man) No doubt but you have won her,
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No doubt but you have won her.
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III.
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(Mast.) How does my Wig fit,
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Dos't cover my Hump yet?
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(Ser.) Yes, yes, sir yes,
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There's nothing amiss,
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Will you have the Glass to view it.
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(Mast.) Hold it round about me,
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For I'de see, for I'de see
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If my Hump all cover'd be,
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Lest the Ladys flout me,
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Lest the Ladys flout me.
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IV.
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How looks my Face now.
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Is Cravat-string in place too,
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So fain I'de go
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For a sparklish Bo,
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And my Body move with Grace too:
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(Ser.) Sir, all fits compleatly,
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But your Hat, but your Hat,
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Instead of Cocking it doth Flop,
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(Mast.) Ye Rogue then mend it quickly,
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Ye Rogue then mend it quickly.
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V.
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How fits my Cloak now?
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Does Sword touch right Heel too;
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What are you mute,
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Can't you answer? ye Sot,
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(Ser.) They hang far as they should do:
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Must I call a Coach then?
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(Mast.) Not to day, not to day,
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My Trimming is so fine and gay,
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The Coach will Spoil my Cloathes John,
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The Coach will spoil my Cloathes John.
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VI.
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John, John, I prethee
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Does pretty Maids look on me?
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(Ser.) Yes, yes, sir yes,
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(Mast.) What says pretty Miss?
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(Ser.) You'ar a handsome Man and witty;
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(Mast.) Oh do they so John,
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Nay by Jove, nay by Jove,
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D----m em, let em die for love,
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Though ne'r so fond and pretty,
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Though ne'r so fond and pretty.
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