A genuine Dialogue between a Gentlewoman at Derby and her Maid, Jenny, in the Beginning of December, 1745. Taken from the Chester Journal

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A genuingenuine Dialogue between a Gen-
tlewoman at Derby &and her Maid, Jen-
ny, in the Beginning of DecrDecember, 1745.
Taken from yethe Chester-Journal.

GenGentlewoman:

Jenny, come here: I’m told, that you have been

To see ysthis Man.
JenJenny:
What Man?
GenGentlewoman:
Why, you have seen

JenJenny:

What Man?

GenGentlewoman:

Why, you have seen

The young Pretender, Hussy, at his Lodging.

Is it not so? — Come, tell me without Dodging.

JenJenny:

Why really, Madam, I was passing by,

Thinking no Harm, — not in yethe least, — not I,

And Somebody or other that I met, —

GenGentlewoman:

What Somebody?
JenJenny:
Indeed now I forget;

JenJenny:

Indeed now I forget;

Said qtwhat a handsome Man he was, — and so,

Begging your pardon, Madam, I did go;

But had no ill Intention in the Thing.

A Cat may look, — as Folks say, ̉—at a King.

GenGentlewoman:

King — do you call him? — ye rebellious Slut.

JenJenny:

I did not call him so, good Madam, but —

GenGentlewoman:

But me! — No Butting! — Not another Day

Shall any Rebel in my Service stay.

I owe you twenty shillings, — there’s a Guinea.

Pack up! — &and go about your Business, Jenny.

Matters indeed are come to a fine Pass;

The next Thing I suppose, you’ll go to Mass.

JenJenny:

To Mass! — What Road? — for I don't know yethe Place;

Nor could I tell qchwhich Way to turn my Face.

GenGentlewoman:

Turn! — you’ll turn Papist, &and believe Black’s white,—

JenJenny:

Why, bless me, Madam, I han’thave not lost my Sight.

GenGentlewoman:

And ynthen yethe Priests will bid you cut my Throat.

JenJenny:

Dear, loving Mistress, how you talk by Rote!

I would not hurt a Hair of your dear Head,

Were all yethe priests in Mass to kill me dead.

And I don’t say it with Design to brag,

Since I’ve been wtwith you, you han’thave not lost a Rag.

I cut your Throat! — because I saw yethe Prince,

And never thought of Black or White e’erever since.

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GenGentlewoman:

Good! ̉— ysthis is You, ytthat did not call him King.

And is not Prince, ye Minx, yethe self same Thing?

JenJenny:

You are so hasty, Madam, wtwith your SnarlesSnarls;

Wou’dWould you ha’have me call yethe Gentleman plain Charles?

GenGentlewoman:

Prince Charles again! — Speak out your Treason-tales,

His Royal Highness, Charles, yethe Prince of Wales!

JenJenny:

Oh! Madam, you say more of him than me;

For I said Nothing of his Pedigree.

GenGentlewoman:

Pedigree! — Fool! What wou'dwould yethe Wench be at?

What Pedigree has any Bastard Brat?

JenJenny:

Nay, I’m no HaroldHerald; be he what he will,

He is a charming Man to look at still.

When I was got in there amongst the Throng,

His Royal Highness —
GenGentlewoman:
Hussy! hold your Tongue.

GenGentlewoman:

Hussy! hold your Tongue.

JenJenny:

You call’dcalled him so your selfyourself but just e’eneven now.

GenGentlewoman:

Yes, so I did; — but then the Manner how?

JenJenny:

And will you turn a Servant out of Doors,

Because her Manners ben’tbe not so fine as yours?

GenGentlewoman:

Jenny, — I say, you had no Business neither

To see yethe Creature, or go near him either.

JenJenny:

Creature! — nay, pardon, Madam, he is no Creature,

But a sweet comely Christian ev’ryevery Feature.

GenGentlewoman:

No Creature! — Would you worship him, you Dunce?

JenJenny: I would, you were to see his Worship once.

GenGentlewoman:

How can yethe Girl cross Questions, like a Fool;

Or think, ytthat I should go &and see yethe Tool?

Jenny, tho’though you have done so far amiss,

I pity — such an Ignorance as this.

If you’ll go mind your Work, as heretofore,

And keep at home, I’ll pass yethe Matter o’erover.

JenJenny:

Ah! Madam, you’re so good; let me but speak

My simple Mind, — or else my Heart will break.

I’ve such a strange Foreboding in my Heart,

If you but saw him once, — we should not part. —

Do, see him once. — What Harm is yrthere in seeing?—

If, after that, there be not an agreeing;—
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Then call me twenty Rebel-Sluts, — if you,

When you have seen him, ben’tbe not a Rebel too.

Now, whether Jenny did persuade her Dame,

Has not as yet been trumpeted by Fame.

Sometimes there happens to be secret Views,

That are not put into the PublickPublic News;

But by Report, that private RumorRumour gives,

She’ll never part wtwith Jenny, while she lives.