'Tis singing, not saying; I love to see Jonas, Am pleas'd too with Comus; So clever, so neat in Their tricks and their cheating! Like them, we would fain deal our cards. Sir Pat. King Lare is touching!--And how fine to see Oh, he's an angel of a Blackamoor! Ld. Min. What, when he choaks his wife! Col. T. And calls her where? Sir Pat. King Richard calls his horse-And then Macbeth, Ld. Min. Is pretty. Sir Pat. And when there's wit in't [All laugh. Col. T. To be sure 'tis witty. Sir Pat. I love the playhouse now-so light and gay, [All laugh. For all your game, what makes it so much brighter? Col. T. Put out the lights, and then Ld. Min. 'Tis so much lighter. Sir Pat. Pray, do you mane, sirs, more than you express? Col. T. Just as it happens Ld. Min. Either more or less. Mrs. Qu. An't you asham'd, sir? [To Sir Pa Sir Pat. Me !-I seldom blush: For little Shakspere, faith, I'd take a push. play Ld. Min. News, news!-Here comes Miss Crotchet from the Enter Miss CROTCHET. Mrs. Qu. Well, Crotchet, what's the news? Miss Cro. We've lost the day. Col. T. Tell us, dear miss, all you have heard and seen. Miss Cro. No, my lord, not quite. But we shall damn it. Col. T. When? Miss Cro. To-morrow night. There is a party of us, all of fashion, Resolv'd to exterminate this vulgar passion: Such crowds of city folks!-so rude and pressing! And their horse laughs, so hideously distressing! Whene'er we hiss'd, they frown'd, and fell a swearing, Like their own Guildhall giants-fierce and staring! Col. T. What said the folks of fashion; were they cross? Ld. Min. The rest have no more judgment than my horse. Miss Cro. Lord Grimly said, 'twas execrable stuff. Says one- -Why so, my lord ?-My lord took snuff. And criticis'd the author thro' his nose; So loud indeed, that as his lordship snor'd, iss Cro. Says poor Lord Simper-Well, now to my mind, The piece is good ;-but he's both deaf and blind. r Pat. Upon my soul, a very pretty story! And quality appears in all its glory. There was some merit in the piece, no doubt: [All Laugh. Such is the play-Your judgment-never sham it : Col. T. Oh, damn it! Mrs. Qu. Damn it! 1st Lady. Damn it! Miss Cro. Damn it! Ld. Min. Damn it! Sir Pat. Well, faith, you speak your minds, and I'll be free- Sir Pat. Laugh, if you please, but, pray, don't laugh so loud. [Exit. RECITATIVE. Cal. T. Now the barbarian's gone, miss, tune your tongue; RECITATIVE. Miss Cro. Colonel, de tout mon cœur-I've one in petts, Which you shall join, and make it a duetto. RECITATIVE. Ld. Min. Bella Signora, et amico mio, I too will join, and then we'll make a tris. Col. T. Come all and join the full-mouth'd chorus ; And drive all tragedy and comedy before us. All the Company rise, and advance to the front of the Stage. AIR. Col. T. Would you ever go to see a tragedy? Col. T. A comedy? Miss Cro. Never, never. Ld. Min. Never, never. Live for ever! Tweedle-dum, and tweedle-dee. Col. T. Ld. Min. and Miss Cro. Live for ever. Tweedle-dum, and tweedle-dee, CHORUS. Would you ever go to see, &c. THE END. |