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often made the other servants trot,

      Stood near when madam hit upon her plot,

      To whom she said, I wish the fruit to taste;

      On which the man prepar'd with ev'ry haste,

      To climb the tree, and off the produce shook;

      But while above, the fellow gave a look

      Upon the ground below, and feign'd he saw

      The spouse and wife—do more than kiss and paw:

      The servant rubb'd his eyes, as if in doubt,

      And cried: why truly, sir, if you're so stout,

      That you must revel 'mid your lady's charms,

      Pray elsewhere take her to your longing arms,

      Where you at ease may frolick hours or days,

      Without my witnessing your loving ways;

      Indeed, I'm quite surprised at what I spy

      In publick, 'neath a tree such pranks to try!

      And, if you don't a servant's presence heed,

      With decency howe'er you should proceed.

      What, still go on? for shame, I say, for shame!

      Pray wait till by and by; you're much to blame;

      Besides, the nights are long enough you'll find;

      Heav'n genial joys for privacy design'd;

      And why this place, when you've nice chambers got?

      What, cried the lady, says this noisy sot?

      He surely dreams; Where can he learn these tales?

      Come down; let's see what 'tis the fellow ails.

      Down William came. How? said the master, how?

      Are we at play?

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      WILLIAM

      Not now, sir, no, not now.

      HUSBAND

      Why, when then, friend?

      WILLIAM

      While I was in the tree,

      Alive, sir, flay me, if I did not see

      You on the verdant lawn my lady lay,

      And kiss, and toy, and other frolicks play.

      WIFE

      'Twere surely better if thou held'st thy tongue,

      Or thou'lt a beating get before 'tis long.

      HUSBAND

      No, no, my dear, he's mad, and I design

      The fellow in a madhouse to confine.

      WILLIAM

      Is't folly, pray, to see what we behold?

      WIFE

      What hast thou seen?

      WILLIAM

      What I've already told:—

      My master and yourself at Cupid's game,

      Or else the tree 's enchanted I proclaim.

      WIFE

      ENCHANTED! nonsense; such a sight to see!

      HUSBAND

      To know the truth myself, I'll climb the tree,

      Then you the fact will quickly from me learn;

      We may believe what we ourselves discern.

      SOON as the master they above descried,

      And that below our pair he sharply eyed,

      The butler took the lady in his arms,

      And grew at once familiar with her charms;

      At sight of this the husband gave a yell:

      Made haste to reach the ground, and nearly fell;

      Such liberties he wish'd at once to stop,

      Since what he'd seen had nearly made him drop.

      How! how!—cried he:—what, e'en before my sight?

      What can you mean? said she without affright.

      HUSBAND

      DAR'ST thou to ask again?

      WIFE

      AND why not, pray?

      HUSBAND

      FINE, pretty doings!—Presently you'll say;

      That what I've seen 'tis folly to believe.

      WIFE

      Too much is this:—such accusations grieve.

      HUSBAND

      Thou did'st most clearly suffer his embrace.

      WIFE

      I? WHY, you dream!

      HUSBAND

      This seems a curious case.

      MY reason's flown'! or have I lost my eyes?

      WIFE

      CAN you suppose my character I prize

      So very little, that these pranks I'd play

      Before your face, when I might ev'ry day

      Find minutes to divert myself at will,

      And (if lik'd such frolicks) take my fill?

      HUSBAND

      I KNOW not what to think nor what to do;

      P'rhaps this same tree can tricks at will pursue;

      Let's see again; aloft he went once more,

      And William acted as he'd done before;

      But now the husband saw the playful squeeze;

      Without emotion, and returned at ease.

      To find the cause, said he, no longer try,

      The tree's enchanted, we may well rely.

      SINCE, that's the fact, replied the cunning jade;

      To burn it, quickly William seek fort aid;

      The tree accurst no longer shall remain;

      Her will the servant wish'd not to restrain,

      But soon some workmen brought, who felled the tree;

      And