d one for her in Leon,
who is forthwith introduced. Margarita puts some questions to him to
ascertain his docility, and then says--

"Let me try your kisses--
How the fool shakes!--I will not eat you, Sir.
Beshrew my heart, he kisses wondrous manly!
You must not look to be my master, Sir,
Nor talk i' th' house as though you wore the breeches,
No, nor command in anything. . . You must not be saucy,
No, nor at any time familiar with me;
Scarce know me when I call not."

After trying and approving his kisses again, she tells him that he is
not to start or be offended if he sees her kissing anyone else. He is to
keep in the cellar, when not wanted. The proposed husband promises to be
most obedient and accommodating in everything, but as soon as he is
accepted and the ceremony performed, he appears in a totally different
character. He informs his wife, in whose magnificent house he goes to
live--

You've nothing to do here, Madam,
But as a servant to sweep clean the lodgings,
And at my farther will to do me service.
_Margarita_ (_to her servants._) Get me my coach!
_Leon._ Let me see who dare get it
Till I command; I'll make him draw your coach
And eat your couch, (which will be hard duty).

On Cacafogo making some slighting remark, this gentle individual
exclaims--

"Peace! dirt and dunghill!
I will not lose mine anger on a rascal;
Provoke me more,--I will beat thy blown body
Till thou rebound'st again like a tennis-ball."

In "Monsieur Thomas" we have the following jovial passage--

_Francisco._ What hast thou there? a julep?

_Hylas._ He must not touch it;
'Tis present death.

_Thomas._ You are an ass, a twirepipe,
A Jeffery John Bo-peep! Thou minister?
Thou mend a left-handed pack-saddle? Out! puppy!
My Friend, Frank, but a very foolish fellow.
Dost thou see that bottle? view it well.

_Fran._ I do, Tom.

_Tho._ There be as many lives in it as a cat carries;
'Tis everlasting liquor.

_Fran._ What?

_Tho._ Old sack, boy.
Old reverend sack; which for ought that I can read yet
Was the philosopher's stone the wise King Ptolomus
Did all his wonders by.

_Fran._ I see no harm, Tom.
Drink with a moderation.

_Tho._ Drink with sugar,
Which I have ready here, and here a glass, boy.

* * * * *

Hang up your juleps, and your Portugal possets,
Your barley broths and