Lieut. Gen. The band you boaft of Chelsey curaffiers

* Shall, in my Putney pikes, now meet

their peers.

Gen. Chefwickians, aged and renown'd in fight, Join with the Hammersmith brigade.

Lieut. Gen. You'll find my Mortlake boys will do them right,

Unless by Fulham numbers over-laid.

Gen. Let the left-wing of Twick'nam foot ad

vance.

And line that eastern hedge.

Lieut. Gen. The horse I rais'd in Petty-France, Shall try their chance,

And fcour the meadows overgrown with

fedge.

Gen. Stand, give the word.

Lieut. Gen. Bright sword.

Gen. That may be thine,

But 'tis not mine.

*Shall, in my Putney pikes, &c.]

"More pikes! more pikes! to reinforce

"That squadron, and repulfe the horse."

Play-house to be let, p. 72.

Lieut.

*

Lieut. Gen. Give fire, give fire, at once givé

fire,

And let thefe recreat troops perceive miné

ire.

Gen. Purfue, purfue; they fly,

That firft did give the lye.

[Exeunt.

Bayes. This now is not improper I think, because the fpectators know all these towns, and may eafily conceive them to be within the dominions of the two kings of Brentford.

Johnf. Moft exceeding well defign'd!

Bayes. How do you think I have contriv'd to give a stop to this battle?

Smi. How?

Bayes. By an eclipfe: which, let me tell you,

*Give fire, give fire, &c.]

"Point all the cannon, and play fast:

"Their fury is too hot to last.

"That rampier flakes; they fly into the town!

"Pyr. March

up

with those referves, to that redoubt;

"Faint flaves, the Janizaries reel !

"They bend! they bend! and seem to feel

The terrors of a rout.

"Muft. Old Zanger halts, and reinforcement lacks,

"Byr. March on !

"Muft. Advance those pikes, and charge their backs.

is a kind of fancy that was yet never so much as thought of but by myself, and one person more that fhall be nameless.

Enter Lieutenant General.

Lieut. Gen. What mid-night darkness does invade the day,

And snatch the victor from his conquer'd

prey?

Is the fun weary of this bloody fight, And winks upon us with the eye of light? 'Tis an eclipfe. This was unkind, Ombon, To clap between me and the fun fo foon. Foolish eclipfe; thou this in vain haft done My brighter honour had eclips'd the fun : But now behold eclipfes two in one. [Exit. Johnf. This is an admirable representation of a battle as I ever faw.

Bayes. Ay, Sir: but how would you fancy to reprefent an eclipfe?

Smi. Why that's to be fuppofed.

Bayes. Suppos'd! Ay, you are ever at your fuppose: ha, ha, ha. Why you may as well fuppofe the whole play. No, it must come in upon the ftage, that's certain; but in fome odd way,

VOL. I.

I

that

that may delight, amufe, and all that. I have a conceit for't, that I am fure is new, and I believe to the purpose.

Johnf. How's that?

Bayes. Why, the truth is, I took the first hint of this out of a dialogue between Phœbus and Aurora in the Slighted Maid: which by my troth was very pretty; but I think you'll confefs this is a little better.

Johns. No doubt on't, Mr. Bayes, a great deal

better.

[Bayes hugs Johnson, then turns to Smith. Bayes. Ah, dear rogue! But--a--Sir, you have heard, I fuppofe, that your eclipfe of the moon is nothing elfe, but an interpofition of the earth between the fun and moon; as likewise your eclipse of the fun is caus'd by an interlocation of the moon betwixt the earth and the fun ?

Smi. I have heard fome fuch thing indeed.

Bayes. Well, Sir, then what do I, but make the earth, fun and moon, come out upon the stage, and dance the hey. Hum; and of neceffity, by the very nature of this dance, the earth must be fometimes between the fun and the moon; and the

moon between the earth and the fun and there you have both your eclipfes, by demonftration. Johns. That must needs be very fine, truly.

Bayes. Yes, it has fancy in't. And then, Sir, that there may be fomething in't, too, of joke, I bring 'em in all finging, and make the moon fell the earth a-bargain. Come, come out eclipfe, to the tune of Tom Tyler.

Enter Luna.

Luna. Orbis, O Orbis!

Come to me, thou little rogue, Orbis.

Enter the Earth.

Orb. *Who calls Terra firma, pray?
Luna. Luna, that ne'er fhines by day.
Orb. What means Luna in a veil ?
Luna. Luna means to shew her tail.

Bayes. There's the bargain.

*Orb. Who calls Terra firma, &c.] "Phab. Who calls the world's great light? "Aur. Aurora, that abhors the night. "Phab. Why does Aurora, from her cloud,

"To droufy Phoebus cry fo loud?"