I'll give but not the full-blown rose, Such short-liv'd off'rings but disclose I'll give thee something yet unpaid, I'll give thee—ah! too charming maid, EPITAPH EPITAPH ON DR. PARNELL. THIS tomb inscrib'd to gentle PARNELL's name, The transitory breath of fame below: More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, EPILOGUE EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTER S. WHAT? five long acts-and all to make us wiser ? But how? ay, there's the rub! [pausing]—I've got my cue; you. The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, [To Boxes, Pit, 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 There Hebes, turn'd of fifty, try once more Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon Looking, as who should say, dam'me! who's afraid? [Mimicking. Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am If I proceed, our bard will be undone ! Well then a truce, since she requests it too: VOL. II. G EPILOGUE. EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY Mrs. BULKLEY AND Miss CATLEY. Enter Mrs. Bulkley, who curtsies very low as begining to speak. Then enter Miss Catley, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the Audience. Mrs. BULKLEY. HOLD, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your business here? The Epilogue. Miss CATLEY. 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. RECITATIVE' |