Pray what's to be done with the stealer

of this?

Just. I wish I may never with venison be

stuff't,

If ever I saw fuch a beautiful tuft !

And now, by my honor, I've thought

of a use

For this wing of a turkey, or tail of

a goose;

'Twill make a choice top for the

head of my wife;

It's mine, and to now there's an end

of the strife.

Oh, dear, what a delicate smell !

1st Con. I vow it is wond'rous pleasing;

Just. But why I yawn thus, I can't tell.

1st Con. Oh, zounds, it has set me a sneezing.

2d Con. It's a plume for a royal of France,

1st Man. Or the cap of a Knight of the

Thistle.

2d Con. Why what the deuce makes me thus

dance,

1st Man. And tho' I've no mind I must whistle,

2d Man. This perfume, good Sir, let me try;

Capt. A perfume indeed worth the having,

2d Man. Lack-a-daily, I find I must cry.

Capt. By the Lord it has set me a laughing.

All. To set me a

[sneezing

yawning

Whistling

laughing

crying ]

and all by a smell

These feathers contain sure some magical spell.

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