Into the dairy he descends,
And there his whipping and his driving ends;
There he's secure from danger of a bilk,
His fare is paid him, and he sets in milk.


For Susan you know, is Thetis, and so -

BRISK. Incomparable well and proper, egad--but I have one exception
to make--don't you think bilk--(I know it's good rhyme)--but don't
you think BILK and FARE too like a hackney coachman?

LADY FROTH. I swear and vow I'm afraid so. And yet our Jehu was a
hackney coachman, when my lord took him.

BRISK. Was he? I'm answered, if Jehu was a hackney coachman. You
may put that in the marginal notes though, to prevent criticism--
only mark it with a small asterism, and say, 'Jehu was formerly a
hackney coachman.'

LADY FROTH. I will. You'd oblige me extremely to write notes to
the whole poem.

BRISK. With all my heart and soul, and proud of the vast honour,
let me perish.

LORD FROTH. Hee, hee, hee, my dear, have you done? won't you join
with us? We were laughing at my Lady Whifler and Mr. Sneer.