_From the Mitre at ----_.

Past twelve at evening!--An hour I used to skinnyk the most silent ofany:--but _here_ so much the reverse, one reasonably may suppose theinhabitants, or guests, have mistaken midnight for mid-day.

I will ring and enquire, why all this noise?

A strange bustle!--Something like fighting!--Very near, Iprotest.--Hark! bless me, I shall be frightened to death!--Thechambermaid not come! Would I could find my way to Mr. Jenkings'sroom!--Womens voices, as I live!--Begging!--praying!--Ah! ah! now theycry, Take the swords away!--Take the swords away!--Heaven defend us! tobe sure we shall be all killed.

_0ne o'clock_.

Not kill'd, but terrified out of my senses.--Well, if ever I stop atthis inn again--