Moll King

published by George Bickham
1738?

The Lewis Walpole Library, Yale University Library, 738.00.00.03+

"Sold at y^e picture shop in May's Buildings, Covent Garden"

The dialogue below the portrait reads:

Harry. To pay, Moll, for I must hike.

Moll. Did you call me, Master?

Harry. Ay, to pay, in a Whiff.

Moll. Let me see. There’s a Grunter’s Gig, is a Si-Buxom; two Cat’s Heads, a Win; a Double Gage of Rum Slobber, is Thrums; and a Quartern of Max, is three Megs: — That makes a Traveller all but a Meg.

Harry. Here, take your Traveller, and tip the Meg to the Kinchin. — But Moll, does Jack doss in your Pad now?

Moll. What Jack do you mean?

Harry. Why, Jack that gave you the little brindle Bull Puppy.

Moll. He doss in a Pad of mine! No, Boy, if I was to grapple him, he must shiver his Trotters at Bilby’ s Ball.

Harry. But who had you in your Ken last Darkee?

Moll. We had your Dudders and your Duffers, Files, Buffers and Slangers; we had ne’er a Queer Cull, a Buttock, or Porpus, amongst them, but all as Rum and as Quiddish as ever Jonathan sent to be great Merchants in Virginia.

Harry. But Moll, don’t puff: — You must tip me your Clout before I derrick, for my Bloss has nailed me of mine; but I shall catch her at Maddox’s Gin-Ken, sluicing her Gob by the Tinney; and if she has morric’d it, Knocks and Socks, Thumps and Plumps, shall attend the Froe-File Buttocking B[itc]h.

Moll. I heard she made a Fam To-night, a Rum one, with Dainty Dasies, of a Flat from T’other Side; she flash’d half a Slat, a Bull’s-Eye, and some other rum Slangs.

Harry. I’ll derrick, my Blood, if I tout my Mort, I’ll tip her a Snitch about the Peeps and Nasous. I shall see my jolly old Codger by the Tinney-side, I suppose with his Day-Lights dim, and his Trotters shivering under him.—As Oliver wheedles, I’ll not touch this Darkee, I’ll nap the Pad, and see you in the Morning.