PROLOGUE At the opening of the THEATRE ROYAL, HAY-MARKET, June, 1786. L Spoken by Mr. BENSLEY. E SAGE, of life and manners no mean teacher, Draws an Archbishop, once a famous preacher ; Till apoplex'd at laft, his congregation Smelt Apoplexy in each dull Oration. Our Chief, alas, fince here we parted laft, Again with rapture hails the generous town, Fam'd Pafquin, his applauded predeceffor, 'Gainft Wit and Humour never a tranfgreffor, * Alluding to a paragraph in the Publick Advertiser of November 4, 1785. This couplet, omitted at the Theatre, is here reftored, in order to prevent any mifapplication of the next line but one. Still Still cheer'd your vacant hour with jeft and whim, Cheer'd by these hopes he banishes all fear, PROLOGUE PROLOGUE To the COMEDY of the DISBANDED OFFICER, or The BARONESS of BRUCHSAL, Afted at the THEATRE ROYAL, HAY-MARKET, Spoken by Mr. PALMER. IN days of old, on Property and Trade, Taxes and rates, unqualified, were laid: But modern politicks, with reins more lax, Comforts adminifter with every tax; Hold out Douceurs, by way of compenfation, And make the burthen light by Commutation. Tea's now a drug fo cheap, with draughts bewitching, Imperial, Congou, Hyfon, charm the kitchen. Bohea, like Bull's blood, in coarfe Delft ne'er feen, For which the ftate provides us genuine Wine! No No more from Sloes found Port the Vintners drain, Ah, were our Plays thus wifely fupervis'd, Though fmuggling fmacks and cutters croud the coaft. At many a pilfer'd Scene you've cried and laugh'd, And oft, for Home-brew'd Balderdash have quaff'd. Plays from French Vineyards drawn have learnt to please, Run, like Southampton Port, on Claret Lees; While the Bard cries, to fmuggling no great foe, "'Tis English, English, Sirs, from Top to Toe!" To-night a new Advent'rer vents his Stock, And brings you from the Rhine fome good Old Hock: Waves but his wand-a true Dramatick Merlin- There lies our Scene To-night-an hour or two, Our Our goods, our habits, are of German growth; PROLOGUE |