And cried:  why truly, sir, if you’re so stout,
          That you must revel ’mid your lady’s charms,
          Pray elsewhere take her to your longing arms,
          Where you at ease may frolick hours or days,
          Without my witnessing your loving ways;
          Indeed, I’m quite surprised at what I spy
          In publick, ’neath a tree such pranks to try! 
          And, if you don’t a servant’s presence heed,
          With decency howe’er you should proceed. 
          What, still go on? for shame, I say, for shame! 
          Pray wait till by and by; you’re much to blame;
          Besides, the nights are long enough you’ll find;
          Heav’n genial joys for privacy design’d;
          And why this place, when you’ve nice chambers got? 
          What, cried the lady, says this noisy sot? 
          He surely dreams; Where can he learn these tales? 
          Come down; let’s see what ’tis the fellow ails. 
          Down William came.  How? said the master, how? 
          Are we at play?

William

Not now, sir, no, not now.

Husband

Why, when then, friend?

William

While I was in the tree,
Alive, sir, flay me, if I did not see
You on the verdant lawn my lady lay,
And kiss, and toy, and other frolicks play.

Wife

’Twere surely better if thou held’st thy tongue,
Or thou’lt a beating get before ’tis long.

Husband

No, no, my dear, he’s mad, and I design
The fellow in a madhouse to confine.

William
Is’t folly, pray, to see what we behold?

Wife

What hast thou seen?

William

What I’ve already told:—­
My master and yourself at Cupid’s game,
Or else the tree ’s enchanted I proclaim.

Wife

Enchanted! nonsense; such a sight to see!

Husband

To know the truth myself, I’ll climb the tree,
Then you the fact will quickly from me learn;
We may believe what we ourselves discern.

Soon as the master they above descried,
And that below our pair he sharply eyed,
The butler took the lady in his arms,
And grew at once familiar with her charms;
At sight of this the husband gave a yell: 
Made haste to reach the ground, and nearly fell;
Such liberties he wish’d at once to stop,
Since what he’d seen had nearly made him drop. 
How! how!—­cried he:—­what, e’en before my sight? 
What can you mean? said she without affright.

Husband

DAR’ST thou to ask again?

Wife

And why not, pray?

Husband

Fine, pretty doings!—­Presently you’ll say;
That what I’ve seen ’tis folly to believe.