LINES, ATTIBUTED TO DR. GOLDSMITH; INSERTED IN THE MORNING CHRONICLE OF APRIL 3, 1800, EEN have you seen, bath'd in the morning dew, It shrinks, and scarcely trusts the blaze of day. So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came, Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek; I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak. NS A PROLOGUE, Written and Spoken by THE POET LABERIUS, A ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CESAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE. PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS*. WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage, Scarce half alive, oppress'd with many a year, This translation was first printed in one of our author's earliest works, "The Present State of Learning in Europe." PROLOGUE TO THE TRAGEDY OF ZOBIEDE. SPOKEN BY MR. QUICK. IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore To make an observation on the shore. Where are we driven? our reck'ning sure is lost! (Upper Gallery.) PROLOGUE TO ZOBIEDE. These mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em (Pit.) Here trees of stately size-and billing turtles in 'em Here ill-condition'd oranges abound (Balconies.) (Stage.) (Tasting them.) And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground: Th' inhabitants are cannibals I fear: I heard a hissing-there are serpents here! O, there the people are-best keep my distance; 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 far, Equally fit for gallantry and war. What, no reply to promises so ample? -I'd best step back-and order up a sample. EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWIS, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT. HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your non sense; I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience. [Takes off his mask. The joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps. |