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While botanists all cold to smile and dimpling, , Whilst from below the trap-door demons rise,
Forsake the fair, and patiently—go simpling : And from above the dangling deities;
Our bard into the general spirit enters,

And shall I mix in this unballow'd crew ? And fits his little frigate for adventures. May rosin'd lightning blast me if I do! With Scythian stores, and trinkets deeply No—I will act, I'll vindicate the stage : laden,

Shakspeare himself shall feel my tragic rage. He this way steers his course, in hopes Off! 'off! vile trappings! a new passion trading

reigns ! Yet ere he lands he's order'd me before, The maddening monarch revels in my veins. To make an observation on the shore.

Oh! for a Richard's voice to catch the theme; Where are we driven ? our reckoning sure is Give me another horse! bind up my wounds !lost!

soft-'twas but a dream. This seems a rocky and a dangerous coast. Ay, 'twas but a dream, for now there is no Lord, what a sultry climate am I under!

retreating. Yon ill foreboding cloud seems big with If I cease Harlequin I cease from eating. thunder:

(Upper Gallery. Twas thus that Æsop's stag, a creature There mangroves spread, and larger than I've blameless, seen 'em

[Pit. Yet something vain, like one that shall be Here trees of stately size and billing turtles nameless, in 'em.

[The balconies. Once on the margin of a fountain stood, Here ill-condition'd oranges abound— [Stage. And cavill'd at bis image in the flood. And apples, bitter apples strew the ground: “ The deuce confound,” he cries, “these drum.

[ Tasting them.

stick shanks, The inhabitants are cannibals, I fear :

They never bave my gratitude nor thanks ; I heard a hissing-there are serpents here ! They're perfectly disgraceful! strike me dead ! O, there the people are-best keep my dis- But for a head, yes, yes, I have a head. tance:

How piercing is that eye ; how sleek that Our Captain, gentle natives! craves assistance; brow ! Our ship's well stored-in yonder creek we've My horns! I'm told horns are the fashion laid her,

now.' His honour is no mercenary trader.

Whilst thus he spoke, astonish'd, to his view, This is his first adventure, lend him aid, Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsAnd we may chance to drive a thriving trade. men drew; His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought Hoicks ! hark forward! came thundering from from far,

behind, Equally fit for gallantry and war

He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind : What, no reply to promises so ample ? He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways : I'd best step back-and order up a sample. He starts, he pants, he takes the circling maze.

At length, his silly head, so prized before,
Is taught his former folly to deplore ;

Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him


And at one bound he saves himself like me. SPOKEN BY MR LEE LEWES,

[Taking a jump through the staye door.




HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense :

I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience.
My pride forbids it ever should be said,

My heels eclipsed the honours of my head.;
That I found humour in a piebald vest,

LOGICIANS have but ill defined
Or ever thought that jumping was a jest, As rational the human mind;

[Takes off his mask. Reason, they say, belongs to man, Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth? But let them prove it if they can. Nature disowns, and reason scorns thy mirth; | Wise Aristotle and Smiglesius, In thy black aspect every passion sleeps, By ratiocinations specious, The joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps. Have strove to prove with great precision, How bast thou fill'd the scene with all thy With definition and division, brood

Homo est ratione prcditum ;
Of fools pursuing, and of fools pursued ! But for my soul i cannot credit 'em ;
Whose ins and outs no ray of sense discloses, And must in spite of them maintain,
Whose only plot it is to break our noses : That man and all his ways are vain;




AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,

Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice, And quells the raptures wbich from pleasure


O Wolf, to thee a streaming flood of woe, Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest

dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow, Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung


And that this boasted lord of nature
Is both a weak and erring creature.
Tbat instinct is a surer guide,
Than reason, boasting mortals' pride ;
And that brute beasts are far before 'em,
Deus est anima brutorum.
Who ever knew an honest brute
At law his neighbour prosecute.
Bring action for assault and battery ?
Or friend beguile with lies and pattery?
O'er plains they ramble unconfin'd,
No politics disturb their mind;
They eat their meals, and take their sport,
Nor know who's in or out at court ;
They never to the levee go
To treat as dearest friend, a foe;
They never importune his Grace,
Nor ever cringe to men in place ;
Nor undertake a dirty job,
Nor draw the quill to write for Bob:
Fraught with invective they ne'er go
To folk at Pater Noster Row;
No judges, fiddlers, dancing-masters,
No pickpokets or poetasters,
Are known to honest quadrupeds,
No single brute his fellows leads.
Brutes never meet in bloody fray,
Nor cut each other's throats for pay.
Of beasts, it is confess'd, the ape
Comes nearest us in human shape.
Like man he imitates each fashion,
And malice is his ruling passion :
But both in malice and grimaces,
A courtier any ape surpasses.
Behold him humbly cringing wait
Upon the minister of state ;
View him soon after to inferiors
Aping the conduct of superiors :
He promises with equal air,
And to perform takes equal care.
He in his turn finds imitators,
At court, the porters, lacqueys, waiters,
Their master's manners still contract,
And footmen, lords, and dukes can act.
Thus at the court, both great and small
Behave alike, for all ape all.

Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing

eyes ; Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though

dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.





SURE 'was by Providence design'd,

Rather in pity, than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, blind,

To save him from Narcissus' fate.


WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,

Lost to every gay delight; Myra, too sincere for feigning,

Fears th' approaching bridal night. Yet why impair thy bright perfection?

Or dim thy beauty with a tear ? Had Myra follow'd my direction,

She long had wanted cause of fear,










MR HOLTAM. Postboy

MR QUICK WHEN I undertook to write a comedy, I

WOMEN. confess I was strongly prepossessed in favour of the poets of the last age, and strove to imi- Miss Richland

MRS BULKELEY. tate them. The term genteel comedy was Olivia ·

Mas MATTOCKS. . then unknown amongst us, and little more was Mrs Croaker

MRs Pirt. desired by an audience, than nature and hu- Garnet :

MRS GREEN. mour, in whatever walks of life they were Landlady.

MRS WHITE. most conspicuous. The author of the follow

Scene- LONDON. ing scenes never imagined that more would be expected of him, and therefore to delineate character has been his principal aim. Those who know any thing of composition, are sensi

PROLOGUE, ble, that in pursuing humour, it will sometimes lead us into the recesses of the mean; I was WRITTEN BY DR JOHNSON. even tempted to look for it in the master of a spunging-house; but in deference to the public taste, grown of late, perhaps, too delicate, the

MR BENSLEY. scene of the bailiffs was retrenched in the representation. In deference also to the judg Press'd by the load of life, the weary mind ment of a few friends, who think in a particu- Surveys the general toil of human kind; lar way, the scene is here restored. The With cool submission joins the lab’ring train, author submits it to the reader in his closet; And social sorrow loses half its pain : and hopes that too much refinement will not Our anxious bard, without complaint may share banish humour and character from ours, as it This bustling season's epidemic care, has already done from the French theatre. Like Cæsar's pilot, dignified by fate, Indeed, the French comedy is now become so Toss’d in one common storm with all the great; very elevated and sentimental, that it has not Distress'd alike, the statesman and the wit, only banished humour and Moliere from the When one a borough courts, and one the pit. stage, but it has banished all spectators too. The busy candidates for power and fame,

Upon the whole, the author returns his Have hopes, and fears, and wishes, just the thanks to the Public for the favourable recep

same ; tion which the Good-Natured Man bas met Disabled both to combat, or to fly, with; and to Mr Colman in particular, for his Must hear all taunts, and hear without reply. kindness to it. It may not also be improper Uncheck’d, on both loud rabbles vent their rage, to assure any, who shall bereafter write for the As mongrels bay the lion in a cage. theatre, that merit, or supposed merit, will Th' offended burgess hoards his angry tale, ever be a sufficient passport to his protection. For that blest year when all that vote may rail;

Their schemes of spite the poet's foes dismiss,
Till that glad night, when all that hate may biss.

“ This day the powder'd curls and golden coat,” DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Says swelling Crispin, “begg’da cobbler's vote."

This night, our wit,” the pert apprentice cries, MEN.

“ Lies at my feet-I hiss him, and he dies.” Mr Honeywood.

MR POWELL. The great, 'tis true, can charm the electing Croaker


MR WOODWARD. The bard may supplicate, but cannot bribe. Sir William Honeywood MR CLARKE. Yet judged by those whose voices ne'er were Leontine MR BENSLEY.

sold, Jarvis

MR DUNSTALL. He feels no want of ill-persuading gold ; Butler

MR CUSHING. But confident of praise, if praise be due, Bailiff

Mr R. SMITH. Trusts without fear to merit and to you.

tribe ;

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