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Z O B E I DE:
JOSEPH CRADDOCK, Esq.
ACTED AT THE
THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN,
SPOKEN BY MR. QUICK.
IN these bold times; when Learning's sons explore
While botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling,
[Upper Gallery There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em
[Pit. Heretrees of stately size-and billingturtlesin’em
[Balconies. Here ill-conditioned oranges abound
[Stage. And apples, bitter apples strew the ground:
[Tasting them. The inhabitants are cannibals I fear : I heard a hissing—there are serpents here! 0, there the people are—best keep my distance; Our Captain (gentle natives) craves assistance; Ourship’swell stor'd-inyonder creek we'velaid her, His honour is 'no mercenary trader. This is his first adventure, lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade.
His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from
MR. LEE LEWES,
IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS
HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your
! That I found humour in a pyeball vest, Or ever thought that jumping was a jest.
[Takes off his mask. Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth? Nature disowns, and reason scorns thy mirth, In thy black aspect every passion sleeps, The joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps. . How hast thou fill’d the scene with all thy brood, Of fools pursuing, and of fools pursu'd ! Whose ins andouts no ray of sense discloses, Whose only plot it is to break our noses ;
Whilst from below the trap-door Demons rise,
'twas but a dream. Aye,'twas but a dream, for now there's noretreating, If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating. 'Twas thus that Æsop's stag 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. “ The deuce confound,” he cries," these drumstick
shanks, They never 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, astonished! to his view, Near, and inore near, the hounds and huntsmen drew; Hoicks! hark forward ! came thund'ring from be
hind, He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind: