THIS play is a paradox: its characters are all as natural as were ever drawn, and yet they do nothing probable nor possible from the beginning of the play to the end. No house of a gentleman was ever thus mistaken for an inn; nor did any change of dress ever disguise the acquaintance of the morning into a stranger in the evening. A man must part with two of his senses to be deceived by a young lady, he knows, in the plain dress of a chambermaid, neither features nor tones changing with the habit. The HARDCASTLE family exists in every county in England; but the first praise must be conferred upon the design of MARLOW: it is so common that no circle of company ever wanted a hero of the sort, bold and insulting among the loose and dissolute of the sex, confounded and abashed in the presence of the elegant and the virtuous; a kind of mean mischiefs that could never soar to tempt an angelic nature. The dialogue is written with little ambition of wit: humour there is in abundance; much in the diction, more in the situations, most improbable. PROLOGUE. By DAVID GARRICK, Esq. Enter Mr. WOODWARD, dressed in Black, and holding a Handkerchief to his Eyes. EXCUSE For, as a play'r, I can't squeeze out one drop: I am undone, that's all-shall lose my bread- We can as soon speak Greek as sentiments! My heart thus pressing-fix'd my face and eye With a sententious look, that nothing means, Thus I begin-All is not gold that glitters, Let not your virtue trip, who trips may stumble, I give it up-morals won't do for me ; |