Classic Poem

SCENE IV.

Sir ROGER.

I say the Press-act plainly makes it out.

Sir HUMPHRY.

Doubtless, Sir Roger . — — —

Justice STATUTE.

— — — Brother, without doubt.

A Ghost rises.

1 GHOST .

I'm Jeffry Cackle . — — — You my death shall rue;
For I was press'd by you, by you, by you.

Another Ghost rises.

2 GHOST .

I'm Smut the farrier. — You my death shall rue;
For I was press'd by you, by you, by you.

A Woman's Ghost rises.

3 GHOST .

I'm Bess that hang'd my self for Smut so true;
So owe my death to you, to you, to you.

A Ghost of an Embryo rises.

4 GHOST .

I was begot before my mother married,
Who whipt by you, of me poor child miscarried.

Another Woman's Ghost rises.

5 GHOST .

Its mother I, whom you whipt black and blue;
Both owe our deaths to you, to you, to you.

Sir ROGER.

Why do you shake your mealy heads at me?
You cannot say I did it — — —

BOTH JUSTICES.

— — — No — nor we.

1 GHOST .

All three — — —

2 GHOST .

— — — All three — — —

3 GHOST .

— — — All three — — —

4 GHOST .

— — — All three — — —

5 GHOST .

— — — All three.

A SONG sung dismally by a Ghost .

Ye goblins, and fairys
With frisks and vagarys,
Ye fairys and goblins,
With hoppings and hobblings,
Come all, come all
To Sir Roger's great hall .
All fairys and goblins,
All goblins and fairys,
With hoppings and hobblings,
With frisks and vagarys.

CHORUS.

Sing, goblins and fairys,
Sing, fairys and goblins,
With frisks and vagarys,
And hoppings and hobblings.