ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE. 51

Puiu. I say, move on—or I shall make you.
OrpP. Shall you?
Of peace and quietness I know the value.

Piu. (Offering him a sixpence,) Take this and go about your

bus’ness,

 

ORP. | Stuff!
Piu. Well, here’s another—
ORP. Pshaw ! not half enough.
Piu. I offer’d you a shilling.
Orp. Yes—you did I see ;
But I, Sir, don’t move on—under Eurydice.
Pru. Who art thou slave, whose noise our aching sconce hurts ?

Orp. Professor Orpheus—from the Ancient Concerts.
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