THE BASSET-TABLE. AN ECLOGUE. CARDELIA. SMILINDA. CARDELIA. THE Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come; Why stays SMILINDA in the Dressing-Room? Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you: NOTES. Ver. 1. The Basset-Table spread,] There were six Town Eclogues; two written by Mr. Pope, and the rest by Lady Wortley Montague, whose fine genius and abilities are well known; and from whose hand I am glad to present the reader with the fol lowing Sonnet, preserved by Algarotti, in the seventh volume of his works: "Thou Silver Deity of secret night, Direct my footsteps through the Woodland shade;" Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The Lover's Guardian, and the Muse's aid. By thy pale beams I solitary rove, To thee my tender grief confide; Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove, My friend, my goddess, and my guide. The charms of young Endymion drew, Veil'd in the mantle of concealing night, With all thy greatness, and thy coldness too!" SMILINDA. Ah, Madam, since my SHARPER is untrue, I joyless make my once ador'd Alpeu. 5 I saw him stand behind OMBRELIA's Chair, CARDELIA. Is this the cause of your Romantic strains? SMILINDA. 10 Is that the grief which you compare with mine? With ease, the smiles of Fortune I resign: Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone; 15 Were lovely SHARPER mine, and mine alone. CARDELIA. A Lover lost is but a common care : And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare: The KNAVE OF CLUBS thrice lost! Oh! who could guess This fatal Stroke, this unforeseen Distress? SMILINDA. See BETTY LOVET! very à propos, She all the cares of Love and Play does know : 20 25 LOVET. Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Tho' Time is precious, and I want some Tea. CARDELIA. Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought, With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen'worth) bought. 30 See on the tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid strive; And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright Face; A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-Case. Jove, Jove himself, does on the Scissors shine; 35 The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine! SMILINDA. This Snuff-Box,-once the pledge of SHARPER'S love, When rival beauties for the Present strove ; At Corticelli's he the Ruffle won; Then first his Passion was in public shewn: A Rival's envy (all in vain) to hide. 40 This Snuff-Box-on the Hinge see Brilliants shine: This Snuff-Bor will I stake; the Prize is mine. CARDELIA. Alas! far lesser losses than I bear, Have made a Soldier sigh, a Lover swear. 45 In complaisance, I took the Queen he gave ; SMILINDA. 50 55 But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays; CARDELIA, Wretch that I was, how often have I swore, When WINNALL tally'd, I would punt no more? I know the Bite, yet to my Ruin run; And see the Folly, which I cannot shun. SMILINDA. 70 How many Maids have SHARPER'S vows deceiv'd? How many curs'd the moment they believ'd? Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove: Ah! what is warning to a Maid in Love? CARDELIA. 76 But of what marble must that breast be form'd, To gaze on Basset, and remain unwarm'd? When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are set in decent rank; Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank, Guineas, Half-Guineas, all the shining train; The Winner's pleasure, and the Loser's pain: In bright confusion open Rouleaus lie, They strike the Soul, and glitter in the eye. Fir'd by the sight, all Reason I disdain ; My Passions rise, and will not bear the rein. Basset, you upon Look 80 85 SMILINDA. What more than marble must that heart compose, Can hearken coldly to my SHARPER'S Vows? Then, when he trembles! when his blushes rise! CARDELIA. 90 95 At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, Some DUKES at Mary-Bone bowl Time away. 100 But who the Bowl, or rattling Dice compares To Basset's heavenly Joys, and pleasing Cares? |