He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry glances of his leader.
In vain he fondly urged his suit, And, all in vain, the question put; She answered,--"Mr.William Kneebone, Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone." _With your foodle doo_! "Thames Darrell has my heart alone, A noble youth, e'en _you_ must own; And, if from him my love could stir, Jack Sheppard I should much prefer!" _With his foodle doo_! "Do you refuse my toast ?" cried Jack, impatiently.
"I do," replied Kneebone.
"Drink this, then," roared Blueskin.

And pouring the contents of a small powder-flask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture.
At this juncture, the door was opened by Rachel.
"What did you ring for, Sir ?" she asked, eyeing the group with astonishment.
"Your master wants a few table-spoons, child," said Mrs.Maggot.
"Leave the room," interposed Kneebone, angrily.
"No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily.

"I came to see Jack Sheppard, and I won't go till you point him out to me.

You told me he was going back to Newgate after supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity." "Oh! he told you that, did he ?" said Blueskin, marching up to her, and chucking her under the chin.

"I'll show you Captain Sheppard, my dear.
There he stands.