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Forvou, your fpirits with good ftomachs bring; As you're kind, rear it---if you're cui..,

O, maketencixhb'ring roof with rapture ring:

praise it :
Open your mouths, pray, swallow everything! And ton to one but vanity betrays it.
Critics, beware how you our pranks defpile;
Hearwell onytale, or you shan't touch my pies; § 8. Occasional Prologae, iapon It. Lady's fi
The proverb change---be merry, but not wise. Appearance in the Couiutiti of Alexander.

§ 84. Piologne :9 the Maid of tbe Oviks; 1974. IN Macedon when Alexander sciga'd,
Spoken by im. King, in ibe Cvwacter of Fume. The Greek Gazettes (for they had papers tier)

And victory after viciory was gain id;
Publith'd a thoufand fibs

-~-as they do herc.
UNLIKE to ancient Fame, all eyes, tongues,

From them one Curtius wrote of Philip's for,

How he did things---which never could be cover
See modern Fame, arm'd cap-a-pie, appears, Unlike his copy, who will foon appear,
In ledgers, chronicles, gazettes, and gazetteers ! His mighty foul ne'er knew the imalieft fear;
My foaring wings are fine elcction speeches, Tho' laurel-crown'd, our pale young w'anarch
And puffs of candidates fupply my brecches.
My cap is farir, criticism, vita

Tremblingamidst his triomphs, fhouts and drugs
Is there a head that wants it in the pit? Would give up all his vict'ries, falte or true,

Loffering it. To ga one greater conquest---that of vou.
No flowing robe and trumpet me adorn; ** Lord!" crics aburom widow,loud and trong
I wear a jacket, and I wind a hori,

“ He's quitcatay ! Toplay that part is wrong.
Pipe, fong, and paftoral, for five inonths padt, “ Madain, he's six feet high, and cannot de
Puifd well by me, have been the gen'ral taste.
Now Mary bone thines fortli to gaping crowds; “ He looks fo modift, hardly speaks a word:
Now ?lishgate glitters from her hill of clouds ; “ Can ho with proper spirit draw his sword?
St. George's Fields, with taste and fashion ttruck, “ A faceto imoth, u here neither rage per price is
Display Arcadia at the Day and Duck : “ Fits not the hero."..- Front zulks
And Drury Milfes herc,“ in taudry pride, In Englith thus : Trust not to looks, they
“ Are there Paftoras by the fountain lije."

cheat us:
To frowly bow'rs they reel through midnight : Bounc'd not Sir Swagger larcly, as he'd beat us'

And was noe he, with all his frowns and airs

With Fauns half drunk, and Dryads breaking By 01e, uho feemd all meekuet, kick u dhana?

Mil's B..., all delicacy, nerve, and fear, (scena?
Both far and ncar did this new whimív run; Elop'd last weck with a horse grenadier!
One night it friik'd, forlooth, a: lilingion, And our advent'rer, though so mild and civil

And now, az for the public bound to cater, It you once route trim, plays the very

Our manager muit have his tite champérre. “ Indeed!" cries Madam, “ Sir, I'm much sout
How is the weather ? ---Ircity clear and bright.

" debror;
[Looking about. “ I should be gladto know the young man berer.

A storin's the detil on champêtrc night!

Twice our young hero, who for ydortony pig
Let it should fall to 1poil the author's focncs, In fields lefs dang'rous tried his unk you in part 1);
I'll catc., this gleain, to tell you what he means: Like a young fwimmer, whom luis flars comer and,
Hc means a how as brilliant as Cox's,

In thalle treams prit ventur'd from the lundi
Laugh for the pit, and may be ai the boxes ; Till, bolder grow.9, the rougher wave hu item,
Song, chorus, frolic, dance, and rural play, Plunges from giddy heights into the Thone
The merry-making of a wedding day,

Een now he fiart to hear the torrent roar,
Whole is the picce : ---'Tis all surmise, suggesWhile his pate tatcs and frighted on the thema'

Soon will be icap the precipice---Your nat
L't his, or hers, or yours, Sir? That'stic quction. Sinks him, or lifis niin ro à demi-gud.
The parent, bathful, whimsical, or poor,
Left it a puling intant at the door ;

$ $6. Prologue spoken by Mr. Tales, on ekin
'Twas laid on flow'rs, and wrapp'd in fancied

0 new Thiare, built for bim by te licata cloaks,

1992!s cif Birminghun.
And on the breast was written--- Maid o'ib' Oaks.

FROM biddling, fierzina, Monsieur and Signchy
The actors crowded round---the girls carefs'd.

sind all the dangers of the Italian there ;

flicts d it;

Fron fqueaking monarcis, and chromatic quan
Lord! the fiveet pretty babe!---they prais d and And MIctastalia's mix'd and manyled icen.»;
The master peep'd, smil'd, took it in, and Where Fähion, and not feeling, bears the luat,
dressid it.

Whilft Sense and Nature coyly keep a afy
Whate'cr its birth, protect it from the curse I come.--- All hail the confecrated earth
of being finothica'u by a parith nursa: Whole bountcous busoni gave our Shishampenoita

* Shakspeare was born in Warwickshire,

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prate, chitter!

Gave that great master of the scenic art

“ Nature it thwarts, and contradicts all reason; To feed the fancy, and correct the heart; 'Tis ftiif French stavs, and fruit when out of To check th' unruly paliions' wild career,

“ fcafon! And draw from Pity's eye the tender tear;

A rose, when half-a-guinea is the price; Of Folly's fons t'explore the ample train, " A fet of bays scarce bigger than fix mice: The fot, the fop, the vicious, and the vain; " To visit friends---you never with to lee; Hypocıily to drag from her disguise,

“ Marriage 'rwixt those who never can agree. And Affectation munt through all her lyes : “ Old dowagers, dress’d, painted, patch'd, and Such was your bard. W'hothen can decm theftage',

"curt'd The worthlets fav'ıite of an idle age?

“ This is Bon Ton, and this we call the world!" Or judge that pleasure, with instruction join'd, “ True," says my Lord, “and thou, my only 103, Can soil the manners, or corrupt the mind ? “ Whati'er your faults, ne'er sin againit bon Far other thoughts your generous breast inspire,

66 Ton! Touch'd with a spark of true Promethean fire: “ Who toils for learning at a public school, Sure that the Arts with Commerce came to earth, “ And digs for Greck and Latin, is a tool. That the fame parent gave those sisters birth, “ French, French, my boy, 's the thing! jaz! Cold creeping Prejudice you dar'd defpile, And bade this Temple to the Mules rile. “ Trim be the mode, whiptafyllabub the matter!

that my tongue could utter all I feel! “ Walk like a Frenchuan; for, on frgiii) peys, Or that my pow'rs were equal to my zeal! * Moves native aukwardness with t:vo iuft legs. Plaed by your favour, not by right divine, "Of courtly friendthip forin a treacherous Th'unworthy high-priest of the facred nine,

Icage, No tainted incente fiould pollute their shrine, “ Seduce men's daughters, with their wives Nor aught be offer'd to the public view,

intrigue; But what was worthy them---and worthy you. “ In lightly temicircles round your nails,

Keep your iecth clean---and grin, if imall§ 87. Prologue io Bon Ton; 1775. COLNAN.

ri talk fails : FASHION in ev'ry thing bears tovereign fway,

“ But never laugh, whatever jest prevails : And words and periwigs have both their day;

“ Nothing but nonsente e'er give laughter birthi, Each have their purlieus too, are modih cach, “That vulgar way the vulgar thew their mirth. In stated districts, wigs as well as speech.

“ Laughter's a rude convullion, sense risat jutilos, The Tyburn ferarch, thick club, and Temple tie;

“ Disturbs the cockles, and distorts the muscles. The parton's feather-top, frizz'd broad and high' “ Hearts may be black, but all thould wear clean The coachman's cauliflow'r, built tiers on tiers !

“ faces; Differ not more from bags and brigadiers,

“ The graces, boy! The graces, graces, graces!" Than great St. George's or St. James's styles

Such is Bon Ton! and walk this city From the broad dia!cat of Broad St. Giles.

through, What is Bon Ton ?...“0, damme!” cries a buck, in building, scribbling, fighting, and virtu, Half drak---" ask me, my dear, and you're in And various other thapes, 'twill rise to view. luck:

To-night our Bayes, with bold but carciets • Bon Ton's to fivcar, break windows, beat the


[catch. Hits off a tkctch or two, like Darly's prints. “ Pick up a wench, drink healths, and roar a

Should connoilleurs allow his rough draughts "Keep it up! keep it up! damine, take your

strike 'em, Swing!

[ibing.""' | 'Twill be Bon Ton to see 'em, and to like 'ein. Bon Ton is life, my boy; Bon Ton's the Ah! I loves life, and all the joys it yields.”

§ 88. Prologue to the Kivals; 1775. SHERIDA!', Says Madam Fuffock, warm froin Spitalfields. Enter Serjeant at Lav, ard Attorney follozving, * Bon Ton's the space 'twixt Saturday and

and giving a Paper. “ Monday,

Seri. WHAT's here ---a vile cramp hand! I "And riding in a one-horse chair o'Sunday!

cannot sce " 'Tis drinking tea, on fümmer afternoons, Without my spectacles. As. He means his fec. " At Bagnigge Welts, with china and gilt tipoons! Nay, Mr. Serjeant, good Sir, try again. “'Tis laying by our ituffs, red cloaks, and " pattens,

Serj. The scrawl improves--- [more] O comie, “ To dance covetitions all in Alks and Cattins !"

Pris pretty plain. * Vulgar !".--cries Mifs---- Observe, in higher Hey! how's this ---Dibble !---fure it cannot be!

[wife: poet's bricf! a poce---and a fee! ** The feacher'd spinster, and thrice-feather'd Att. Yca, Sir!.--tho' you, without reward, I "The club's Lon Ton. Bon Ton's a conttant

kow, * trade

Would gladly plead the muscs cause. ---Serj. So,fo! "Of rout, fcftino, ball, and masquerade! (new, dit. And it'the fec o. lends, your watn thould “ 'Tis plays and puppet-hows-.-'tis fomething fail " 'Tis losing duulands every night at bu! On mc.--Seri. Dear Dibble, no offence at all.

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Att. Some fons of Phætus in the Courts we | Nay, I have heard that statesinen, great and wife,

Will jonitimes counsel with a lady s eyes; Seri. And fitry sons of Phoebus in the Fleet! The icrvile fuitors watch her vajious face, Att. Nor pleads he worte, who with a decent she smiles preferment---or the frowns dif. Iprig

grace, Of bavs adorns his legal waste of wig.

Cursies a penfion here---there nods a place. Seri. l'ull-bottom'd heroes thus ou ligus unfurl Nor with less auc, in scenes of humor ufc, A Icaf of laurel in a grove

of curl!

Is viecu'd the main css, or is beurd the w!}. Yet tell your client that, in adverse davs, The poorest pealant of the poorest foil, This wig is warmer than a bush of bays. The child of poverty, and heir ro toil,

Att. Do you then, Sir, my client's place supply, Early tiom radiant love's impartial light Profule of robe, and prodigal of tye----- Steals one small spark w cheer his world of riche; Do yo'l, svith all those bluthing poiv'rs of face, Dear Spark! that ott, thro' winter's chilling wine, And wonted balful heftaring grace,

Is all the warmth his little cottage knou s!
Rite in the court, and flourish on the casc.

The wand'ring tơ-n-who not for

Surj. For practice then fuppofc.--this brief The widow'd partner of his ohn; of rest,
will show it-

On the cold duck, far from her arms remor de Me, Sericant Woodward---counsel for the poct. Suill hums the dirty which his Sutan lord: Us'd to the ground.--I know 'tis hard to deal And while around the cadence rule is tionde With this dreid Court, from whence there's no The Loatiaia w biitles in a dokter tore. ainly

The foldili, fairly proud of wounds and toil

, No rricking here to blunt the edge of lace', Pants for the triumpó of his Nancy's timile; Or, dama'd in equity---escape by tune :

Bue ere the battle, should be list hier crits,
But judgment given---loui jinme must remain ; | The lover trembles---and the hero dics!
No writ of error lies.--10 Drury-lane!

That heart, by war and honour fced to fcare
Yet when so kind you tiem, 'tis past dispute Dronys on a ligh, and fickens at a tear!
We gain fome favour, if not costs of fuit.

But ve more cautious---yc nice-judging fer'

No fpleen is here! I see no hoarded fury ; Who gire to beauty only beauty's due,
I think I never fac'd a mildir jury! (portation, Tho' friends to Lovc--oje view with dicip reçine
Sad elle our plight !--- whicre frowns are trans- Our conquefis marr'd, and triumphs ine m'inuti,
A hiss the gallow's---and a groan damnation! Till polith'd wit more latting charin, diuinit,
But such the public candour, without foar And judyment fix the darts which beauty throws
My client waves all right of challenges here. Tu timale bréalts did lente and merit ruke,
Noncivlinan from our lillion is dilinisid, The lover's mind would ask no other school;
Nor wit ror critic que fcrutch off the lift;

Shand into linic--thic fcholars of our ce,
His faults can never hurt another's calc,

Our beaux from gallantry' would soon be ente: His crime at worst--a bud attempt to plcafe : Wvuld gladly light, their hoinage to prote

, Thus, all relpecting, he appeals to all,

The lamp of knon ledge at the forch of wie! And by the general voice will stand or full. § 89. Epilogue 10 the same ; 1775. SHERIDAN. $ 99. Epilogue :0 Edzardi and Elorca; 1***,


...I heard our poet fay, He'd try to coax lome norol from his play:

YEwedded critics *, who have nark'd our tale • One moral's plain,' cried I; ' without more fuls; llow tay vou: does our plot in mulpo holen • Man's focial happiness all refts on us:

May we pci boalt that manr a modern wie « Thro' all the draina, whether damn'd or not, Would luis hier own to save a budovanil's life

Lovi gilds tive frene, and women guide the plot. Would gladly dice ! From ev'ry rank obedience is our dut :

There's not a hund here bur diriko bis heute • D've doubt?---the world's great ftage shall But you, my gallry Friends f---Lume, wat 'prove it true.'

you? The cit, well fkilld to sun domefiic strife, Your wives are with volle--shake thin's Will lup abroad; but fira---he'll ask his quife. Above therc---hey, iads !!

Tou si but irtaimi John Trot, his friend, for once will do the same;

fo--But then---lie'll just liep home to tell bis deime. You side with us? ...They grin, and grumble.!!

The furly 'quire at noon refolves to rule, Yet hold---tho' thefs plain folks traduce tomu And half the day---Zounds! Nadam is a fool !

doxies, Convinc'd at night, the vanquish'd victor fays, Sure we have Elconoras in the bry275! Ah, Kate! you women bulve jiuh coaxing way!! Inlıuman beaux ! --alty that ill-1.curd creer!

Thi jolly toper chides each tardy blade, What, then, you think there's no fucha iwers Till rueling Bacchus calls on love for aid :

here? Then with cach coaft he fees fair bumpers livim, There arc, no doubt, tho' rare to find I kinity And kiles Chloe on the sparkling brin! Who could lose hufands, yet survive the licent

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Two vears a wife---view Lesbia, sobbing, crying; Hither the worthies of each clime she draws, Her chair is waiting- -but my lord is dying;

Who founded Itales, or rescued dying laws; Preparing for the worst, the tells her maid W'ho, in bate times, a life of glory led, To countermand her points, and new brocade; And for their country wbo bave tuil'd or bled, "Tor, o ! if I should lose the best of men, Hither they come---again they breathe, they live; Heaven knows when I thall see the Club again. - And virtue's meed thro' ev'ry als receive. So, Lappet, Mould he die while I am out,

Hither the murd'rer comes, with ghaitly mien, " You'll send for me at Lady Basto's rout;

And the fiend conscience hunts him o'er the fccrc. “ The doctor said he might hold out till three,

None are exempted; all must re-appear, “ But I ha'n't fpirits for the coterie !"

And even kings attend for judgmeni herc; Now change the scene---place madam in the Here find the day, when they their pow'r abule, fever,

Is a scene furnith'd to the tragic mute. My lord for comfort at the Savoir Vivre ;

Such is her art; weaken d perhaps at leugih, His valct enters--- thakes his mcagre head--

And while the aims atbeauty, losing strength. “ Chapeau, what news :".--" Ah! Sir, me lady O! when, refuming all her native rage', “ dead!"

Shall her true energy alarm the stage? ** The douce ! ..-'tis sudden, faith---but four days

This night a bard (our hopes may rise too “ fick!

high“Well, feven 's the main---(poor Kare!)---cle- 'Tis yours to judge, 'tis yours the calife to try)--"ven 's a nick."

This night a bard, as yet unknown to fame, But hence reilcctions on a senseless train, Once more, we hope, will rouse a genuine flame. Who, loft to real joy, lhould feel no pain ;

His no French į lay.--tame, polith d, dull by rule: Mongst Britain's daughters still can Hymen's light Vigorous he comes, and warm from Shakipcare's Reveal the love which charm'd your hearts to

school. night;

Infpir'd by him, he thew's in glaring light Shew beauteous martyrs, who would each prefer, A nation struggling with tyrannic might; To die for bim, who long has liv'd for ber; Oppression ruthing on with giant ftrides; Domestic heroincs, who with fonder care A dcep conspiracy, which virtue guides; Outlmile a husband's griefs, or claim a share ;

Heroes, for frecdum who dare strike che blow, Search where the rankling evils most abound,

A tablature of honour, guilt, and woc. And heal with cherub-lip the poilon'd wound. If on his canvas nature's colours shine, Nay such bright virtues in a royal mind

You'll praise the hand that trac'd the juft design. Were not alone to Edivard's days confin'd; Still, still they beam around Britannia's throne, And grace an Eloxora of our own.

§ 92. Epilogue by Mr. Garrick, on guitting ibe

Stage, June 1776. GARRICK. A

VETERAN (ce' is liofe laft ali on the stage $ 91. Prologue to Braganza. Murphy. Entreats your

smiles for ficknets and for age ;

Their cause I plead---plead it in heart and mud; WHILE, in these days of sentiment and grace, fellow-fceling makes one wondrous kind;

Poor coincdy in tears resigns her place, Mighe we but hope your zcal would not be less, And (mit with novels, full of inaxims crude, When I am gone, to patronize distresi, Sbe that was frolic once, now turns a prude; That hope obtai'd the with d-for end fecurès, To her great end the tragic muse aspires, To foothe their cares who oft have lighten'd At Athens born, and faithful to her fires. The comic fifter, in hysteric fit,

Shall the great heroes of celestial line, You'd fwcar has lost all memory of wit;

Who drank full bowls of Greck and Roman Folly for her may now exult on high;

wine, Feather'd by ridicule, no arrows fly;

Cæsar and Brutus, Agamemnon, Hektor, But, if you are dittrets d, The's ture to cry. Nay, Jove himtclf, who herc has quatrd his She that could jig, and nick-name all heaven's nectar! creatures,

Shall they who govern forture, cringe and court With forrows not her own deforms her features; her, With ftale reflections keeps a contant pother; Thirst in their age, and call in vain for porter? Greece gave heronc face, and the makesanoi hiera- |Like Belifarius, tax the pitying tirect So very pious, and 10 full of woe,

With daie obolum to all they meet? You well may bid h«r, “ To a runnery go.” Shan't I, who oft have drench'd my hands in Not fo Meipomene; to nature true,

gore; She holds her own great principle in view. Stabb'd many, poison'd fome, bcheaded more i She, from the first, when men her pow'r confoss'd, Who nunbers ilew in battle on this plain--When grief and terror feir'd the tortur'd breast, , Shan't I, the flayer, try to feed the flain? She made, to strike her moral to the mind, Brother to all, with equal love I view The tac the great tribunal of mankind. The men who low me, and the men I new :

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I must, I will this happy project seize, Thus done, and circled in a splendid frame,
'That thore, too old to die, may live with ease. His works adorn'd each room, and spread his fame;
Suppole the babes I imother'd in the Tow'r, The countrymen of taste admire and ftare :
Bly chance, or lichreis, lose their acting pow's, “ My lady's leer! Sir John's majutic air!
Shallthey, once princes, worse than all be firvd--- “ Mils Dimple's languish too !---extremely
In childhood murderd, and, when murder'd, s like!

“ And in the style and manner of Vandyke'
Matrons half raviil'd for your recreation, “O, this new limner's pictures always strike!
In age, ihould never want some confolation. “Old, young; fat, lean; dark, fair; or big or
Can I, young Hamlet once, to nature lci,

is little, Behold, o horrible! my father's ghoit,

• The very man, or woman, to a title !!!
With grily bcard, palc check, Halk up and down, Foote and this limner in some points agree,
And he, the Royal Dane, want halt a crown? And thus, good Sirs, you often deal by me.
Forbid it, lacies; g nulemen, forbid it : When, by the royal licence and protection,
Give joy to age, and let'em fay.--You did it. I thew my small acaduny's collection,
To you, ye gods * ! I make my last appeal; The connoisseur takes out his gids to ity
You have a right to judge, as well as fiel; Into each picture with a curious eye ;
Will your high widoms to our scheme inclinc, Turns topiy-turvy my whole composition,
Tliat kings, queens, heroes, gods, and ghosts may | And makes mere portraits all my exhibition.

But still the copy's so exact, you fay;
Olympus thakes !---that omen all secures; Alas! the same thing happens ev'ry day!
May ev'ry joy you give be tenfold yours! How many a modith well-dreis'd fep you meet,

Exactly suits his frape in Monmouth-freet;

In Yorkshire warehouses and Cranbeure-alley, § 93. Prologue 19 the Carpu.bin ; 1776. Spoken As honest Crispin understands his trade,

'Tis wonderful how thoes and feet will taley!
by Mr. Foote. COLMAN.

On the true human scale his latts are made,
RITICS, whene'er I write, in ev'ry scene The mealure of each sex and age to hii,

Discover mcanirgs that I never mian; And ev'ry shoe, as if bespoke, will ni.
Whatever character I bring to view,

My warehouse thus, for nature's walks, supplies I am the father of the child, 'tis true,

Shoes for all ranks, and lasts of ev'ry size. But ev'ry babe his christ ning owes to you. Sit ftill, and try them, Sirs; I long to please ve--“ The comic poet's tyc, with humorous air, How well they fit! I hope you find them calt: “ Glancing froin Watling-fireet to Grosvenor. If the shoe pinches, swear you cannot bear it : " jquare,

But if well made--- I wish you health to wear it! “ He bedies forth a light ideal train, “ And turns to thape the phantoms of his brain : “ Meanwhile your fancy takes more partial aim, “ And gives io airy poching place and name.” § 94. Prolog we 10 tbc Contraét; 1776. Writer qué A limmer once, in want of work, went down intended to have been {poken by Mr. Foste. To try his fortune in a country town: The waggon, loaded with his goods, convey'd HE Contract is it call'd:--) cannct say To the faine spor his whole dead stock in trade, Originals and copies---ready made.

Contracts, they tell me, have been traught with
To the new painter all the country cime;

Lord, lady, doctor, lawyer, 'iquire, and dame, Since Faufius fignd his contract with---the Devi..
Tlic humile curate, and the curate's wife, Yet, spite of Satan, all men with to make 'em,
All ask a likenets---taken from the life. Tho' nineteen out of twenty love to break 'em.
Behold the canvas on the cafel stand!

Butchers and meal-men, brcwers, agents, face
A pallet grec'd his thumb, and brushes fill'd his
hand :

Pimps, poets, place-men, mar agers and actors,
Bit, ah! the painttr's skill thcy little knew, Bawds, bankrupes, booksellers, are ail uurtrike
Nor by what curious rules of art he drew.
The waggon-load unpack'd, his ancient store All lye, and swear, and cheat, t'increase their
Furnish'd for each a face draun long before,

God, dame, or hero, of the dars of yore. Then die, and go---where Fauftus vent before.
Tic Cæfars, with a little alteration,

While thus o'er all we see th'infection tpredd, Tere turn'd into the mayor and corporation : No wonder it should taint the marriage-id: To represent the rector and the dean,

Each wife forgets, each husband breaks his vett; He added wigs and bands to Prince Eugene. For what are contracts, what is weerock, now! The ladies, blcoming all, deriv'd their faces Garrick, who long was married---to the rowni, From CharlestheSccord's beauties, and the Graces. ! At length, a fathionable husband grib,

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