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I'll give but not the full-blown rose,
Or rose-bud more in fashion :
A transitory passion.
I'll give thee something yet unpaid,
Not less sincere, than civil:
I'll give thee to the devil.
THIS tomb inscrib'd to gentle PARNELL's name,
EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE
WHAT? five long acts—and all to make us wiser ?
my cue; The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, you.
[To Boxes, Pil, and Gallery. Lud! what a groupe the motley scene diseloses ! 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
parade, Looking, as who should say, dam'me! who's afraid ?
[Mimicking. Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am 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 t'assume, He turns old woman, and bestrides a broom. Yon patriot, too, who presses on your sight, And seems to every gazer, all in white, If with a bribe his candour you attack, He bows, turns round, and whip---the man in black! Yon critic, too-but whither do I run? If I proceed, our bard will be undone! Well then a truce, since she requests it too: Do you spare her, and I'll for once spare you. VOL. II.
Mrs. BULKLEY AND Miss CATLEY.
Enter Mrs. Bulkley, who curtsies very low as begin
ing to speak. Then enter Miss Catley, who sthnds full before her, and curtsies to the Audience!!
Mrs. BULKLEY. HOLD, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your business here?
Miss CATLEY. The Epilogue.
Mrs. BULKLEY. The Epilogue ?
Miss CATLEY: Yes, the Epilogue, my dear. .
Mrs. BULKLEY. Sure you mistake, Ma'am. The Epilogue I bring it.
Miss CATLEY. Excuse me, Ma'am. The Author bid me sing it.