Lady. Every body fays, that as the Buffnefs was order'd, it was a thousand to one but all the King's Forces had been cut off.

Lord. Yes, that is moft certain; but that I am most delighted with is, to see the infinite Satisfaction the General takes in explaining to every one he meets with, all the Particulars of his Foolery.

Lady. O! here he is a coming; for God fake let us make him tell it us again. Lord. Pray do, Madam,

Enter General.

Gener. Madama, your moft humble Ser

vanta.

Lady. Whither are you going so fast, my Lord?

Gener. Madama, me be going about fome Business of very grand Importaunce.

Lady, But my Lord, will not you tell us a little firft, fome of the Particulars of this Battle?

Gener. Madama, vid all min harta, me tell a you begarra de hola Hiftoria o'de Occafion: your Ladiship have hear, I fuppofa, dat de Rebella get into the great Towna You call de Towna ?

Lady. What, Bristol?

Gener. No, de oder Towna.
Lord. Exeter?

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Gener. No, no, a pox take de Towna vid de hard Name: How you call de Towna, De Breech?

Lady. Lord have mercy upon me, what does he mean?

Lord. Nay, I cannot imagine.
Lady. O! Bridgwater.

Gener. Ay begarra, Breechwater; fo Mada ma me have Intelligenfa dat de Rebel go to Breechwater; me fay to my Mena, Marsh you Rogua; fo me Martha over de greata Fielda, begar, de brava Contra were dey killa de Hare vid de Dogua, and the Patrich vid de Hawka, begar, de brave Sport in de Varld.

Lord. Well, my Lord, and what then? Gener. Begar me marth very well vid de Drome and de Trumpetra, de Drombela and de great Noifa begar; Au how you call de brave Fellow au de fine Cappa turn ope vid de great Poucha o'de fide?

Lord. Who, the Granadier?

Gener. Ay begar, de Granadere vid de Hoboya, begar, de fine Mufick in de Varld. Lady. But, my Lord, What did you do there?

Gener. Why Madama, me come vid in two Mile o Breechwater, and begarra, me poft my felf dere.

Lord. How many Men, pray, my Lord, were there of the Rebels?

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Gener. Ma Foy, between Sixa and Sevena Toufand.

Lord. How many bad you? Gener. Abouta two Toufand. Lady. But, my Lord, if you were fo few why would you come so near the Enemy? Gener. Begarra, Madama, because me no Care for de Enemia.

Lord. I fuppofe, my Lord, that your Lordfhip was pofted in a very strong place.

Gener. O begarra very strong, vid de great River between me and de Rebella, calla, de Brooka de Gutter.

Lady. But they fay, my Lord, there was no Water in that Brook of the Gutter.

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Gener. Begar, Madama, but dat no be faulta, begar me no hander de Water from coma, if no will Rain, begar me no can make de Rain.

Lady. But why did you not go to fome other place?

Gener. O Pardon me, Madama, You no understand de ting.

Lord. And fo your Lordship, it feems, Encamp'd with your Horfe and Foot.

Gener. Ay, vid de Foota; no, vid de Horfa, begar me go vid de Horfa an de Gentlemen Officera to one very Good Villafh, where, begar, be very good Quartera, very good Meta, very good Drinka, and very good Bedda.

Lady.

Lady. But pray, my Lord, why did you not stay with the Foot?

Gener. Begarra, Madama, because dere be great Differentia between de Gentlemen Offičera and de Rogua de Sogiera; begarra, de Rogua de Sogiera lye upon de Grounda; but begar, de Gentleman Officera go to Bedda.

Lady. But, my Lord, tho by your Favour, you would have been more fecure, if you had been together.

Gener. Begarra, Madama, you no underftan de Art Militair.

Lord. Well, my Lord, how it was done is no great matter; but, God be prais'd, it feems they are beaten.

Gener. Beata! Ay, begar, dey be very well beata: Begar, me beata dem, and me Killa dem like de Rogua.

Lady. You beat 'em! How could you beat 'em, when you were not there?

Gener. Begar, Madama, but they were beata by my Ordera.

Lady. How by your Order?

Gener. Why, begar, Madama, before me go to Bedda, me make to dem one very good Speecha:

Lord. Ay; pray, my Lord, let us hear: What is it you faid to them?

Gener. Begar, my Lore, me come to dem vid de great Golda Scarfa, begar very fine, vid a new Pirrewigga begar very handfom,

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and a brave Beaver Hatta; begar me Coka de Hatta, an look to dem as big as de Divel; Vid all de Gentleman Officera behinda me, an begar all very fina. So de Sogiera giva de great Shouta, an cry, God blefs our Generalla, God bless your Excellenfa; an alla dofe tinga dat sho de respect an de lova to de Perfon o' de Qualite. So me fay to dem, harka, you Rogua de Sogiera, me be your Generalla; me be a kin to my Coufin, the Marshal Turena, de great General in de Varld; begar he fho me all de Trick 'o de Warra, an all de Poleteca; begar me tella you derefore one tinga: Begarra, if you ftir from de Camp, you Rogua de Sogiera, begarra me hanga you by de Law Martialla; an Marka you me one ting more, when de Rebella coma, fhoota de Mufqueta, fhoot de great Gonn, make de great Noifa, an begar when de Rebella Runna, kill de Rogua vid the Pike in de Back, & de Bullet in de Narfa.

Lady. O, was that then the Orders you gave them? Your Servant, my Lord. [Exit Lady, Lord. Nay, if your Lordship faid that, you did all that a Man could do.

Gener. Begar me know dat very wella: Begar me no come here to learna de Art Militaira; begar me de teacha dat very wella in my own Contria. But, my Lore, begar me tella you one Historia will make you laffa: Begar

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