The Notable

            DIALOGUE

      Which paſſed Yeſterday, Between

The D - - - of N 's great Dog (Bounce) and
the Famous French Dog, (Le Chiene Savant) who is ſhewn
to the Gantry at Chairing-Croſs,) as he was coming in at
the Gate to be ſhewn to the D - - - - ſs.

BOW, Wow, Oh, curſomy Collar,
that French Dog ſhould be a Schollar ;
Had Bounce but ſtrength to break his chains
He'd grind the bones of all ſuch Chiens
                                    F. Dog,

Me be de ſgeſt of our Nation,
Me come to ſhew de Paris faſhion,
Me teach de Wrlte, me teach de read,
And ſhew de Engliſh how to Bleed,
                                    E. Dog,

Oh, d—n ſuch artful ſons of Bitches,
Is hat the way you get your riches ?
Here am I chain'd from Morn to Night,
Beggars and Thieves I only bites
                                    F. Dog.

Pray, dear Bounce, don't you growl ſo,
Ye'll make me tremble if you howl ſo,
Me bite none, me make all pleaſe,
Me eat de Fowl and ſleep at caſe.
                                    E. Dog,

What lye too, don't I know,
As Yeſterday I follow'd Joe? *
Did I not ſee Coaches and Chairs,
Waiting for thoſe you had up ſtairs
                                    F. Dog,

Dat was de ting for vat I came,
When me bite, den Bounce mey blame
Me ſhew ſuch tricks, would make Bounce
                                    wonder

And all the Engliſh Chiens knock under.
                                    E. Dog.

That were a Joak, indeed, Eſegs,
So long as Bounce has got four Legs,
ſhould any Dog deſcend ſo low,
For ever Bounce would be his Foe,
                                    F. Dog,

                * My Lord Duke's Porter.

Come Bounce, I ſay, muſt give me place,
I'm come to wait upon her Grace
So make no Words, but let me paſs,
For feat den prove yourſelf an Aſs.
                                    E. Dog.

What Grace? want Dutcheſs? what Here ?
Da—n your blood, don't you come near,
For if I get you in my paws,
Your tricks ſhan't ſave you from my Jaws
                       Enter Joe the Porter.

Hey-day ! what's the matter, Bounce.
                       E. Dog, Bounce,

Why look ye Joe, our Quarrel ſuch is,
This d—d French Dog would ſee our Dutch-
Who ing French will ſo regard, (eſs,
Both you and I ſhe will diſcard.

                           Joe.

How diſcard us ? why we are the only
Engliſh ſhe has about her, and for that rea-
ſon are plac'd in the Yard, on each fide the
Gate, but however Bounce, i'll let you looſe,
that we may keep out as many as we can ;
for what between the Cook, Valet, Butler,
and Steward, who are all French, I am af-
fraid our Engliſh Tradeſmen will never be
paid.

[Joe looſes Bounce, who goes to the ſrench
Dog and piſſes on him, on which he runs
away, ſaying]

Me never vill to France return a gen,
For here de Dogs are viſer dan de Men.

       Printed by J. Maſtiff, in the Mint