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Off! off! vile trappings! a new passion reigns !
soft-'twas but a dream. Aye, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreatIf I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating.
(ing; 'Twas thus that Æsop's stas, a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless, Once on the margin of a fountain stood, And cavill'd at his image in the flood : [shanks, The deuce confound,' he cries, these drumstick They neither have my gratitude nor thanks : They're perfectly disgraceful! strike me dead! But for a head-yes, yes, I have a head. How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow! My horns !--I'm told horns are the fashion now.' Whilst thus he spoke, astonish'd! to his view, Near, and more near the hounds and huntsmen drew, Hoicks! hark forward ! came thundering from beHe bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind : [hind, He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways; He starts, he pants, he takes the circling maze. At length his silly head, so priz'd before, Is taught his former folly to deplore ; Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free, And at one bound he saves himself, like me.
[Taking a jump through the stage door.
EPILOGUE TO MRS. CHARLOTTE LENOX's COMEDY OF «THE SISTERS.' 1769. What! five long acts-and all to make us wiser! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser.
Had she consulted me, she should have made
got my cue: The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, you.
[To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery, . Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses ! False wits,false wives,false virgins,and false spouses, Statesmen with bridles on; and, close beside 'em, Patriots in party-colour'd suits that ride 'em. There Hebes, turn'd of fifty, try once more To raise a flame in Cupids of threescore. These in their turn, with appetites as keen, Deserting fifty, fasten on fifteen. Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon, Flings down her sampler, and takes up the woman; The little urchin smiles, and spreads her lure, And tries to kill, ere she's got power to cure. Thus 'tis with all their chief and constant care Is to seem every thing but what they are. Yon broad, bold, angry spark, I fix my eye on, Who seems to' have robb'd his vizor from the lion; Who frowns, and talks, and swears, with round
parade, Looking, as who should say, damme! who's afraid ? Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am (Mimicking. You'll find his lionship a very lamb. Yon politician, famous in debate, Perhaps, to vulgar eyes, bestrides the state ;
Yet, when he deigns his real shape to’ assume,
TO THE COMEDY OF
• SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER,' 1772.
WELL, having 'stoop'd to conquer with success,
I hopes as how to give you satisfaction.'
Next the scene shifts to town, and there she soars,
Such, through our lives the eventful history-
SPOKEN AND SUNG BY
MRS. BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY. Enter Mrs. Bulkley, who curtsies very low as begin
ning to speak. Then enter Miss Catley, who stands full before her, und curtsies to the audience.
Mrs. Bulkley. Holn, Ma'am, your pardon, What's your business here?
Miss Catley. The epilogue.
Mrs. Bulk. Sure you mistake, Ma'am. The epilogue, I bring it.
[me sing it. Miss Catl. Excuse me, Ma'am. The author bid
Ye beaux and belles, that form this splendid ring,
an epilogue of singing,
Miss Catl. What if we leave it to the House?
Miss Catl. I'm for a different set-Old men, whose Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies.
Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling, Still thus address the fair, with voice beguiling.
Turn, my fairest, turn, if ever
Pity take on your swain so clever,
Yes, I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu,
Da capo. VOL. XXX.