Enter Roger .solus, on his journey. Rod. Sure I am not far ... Snap, No matter who I am, I fay, stand and deliver your money. Rog. What the devil is the woman drunk ? Snap, Drunk, you rascal, no matter what I am, 1 fay pull out your money. Rog.
|Title||:||Poems on various subjects. To which is added, The merry miller: or, The country-man's ramble to London, a farce|
|Author||:||Thomas Sadler (of Whitchurch, Salop.)|