網頁圖片
PDF

PRO LOGUE.
spokeN BY M.R. weston,
In the Charaćter of a Printer’s Devil.

I AM a devil, so please you—and must hoof
Up to the poet yonder with this proof.
I’d read it to you: but, in faith, 'tis odds
For one poor devil to face so many gods.
A ready imp 1 am, who kindly greets
Young authors with their first exploits in sheets;
While the press groans, in place of dry-nurse stands,
And takes the bantling from the midwife's hands.

If any author of prolific brains,
In this good company feels labour-pains;
If any gentle poet, big with rhime,
Has run his reck'ning out and gone his time;
If any critic, pregnant with ill-nature,
Crics out to be deliver'd of his satire;
Know such, that at our hospital of Muses
He may lye in, in private, if he chuses;
We've single lodgings there for secret sinners,
With good encouragement for young beginners.

Here's one now that is free enough in reason; This bard breeds regularly once a season;

Three of a sort, of homely form and feature,
The plain coarse progeny of humble nature;
Home-bred and born ; no strangers he displays,
Nortortures free-born limbs in stiff French stays:
Two you have rear'd ; but between you and me,
This youngest is the favorite of the three.
Nine tedious months he bore this babe about;
Let it in charity live nine nights out;
Stay but his month up; give some little law;
'Tis cowardly to attack him in the straw.

Dear Gentlemen Correčlors, be more civil; Kind courteous sirs, take council of the devil; Stop your abuse; for while your readers see Such malice, they impute your works to me; Thus, while you gather no one sprig of same, Your poor unhappy friend is put to shame: Faith, sirs, you should have some consideration, When ev'n the devil pleads against damnation.

[ocr errors][merged small]

Men,
Lord ARE E R v1.1.1.x, - - - - Mr. Dodd.
MoR T1 MER, - - - - - - Mr. King.
Au BR EY, - - - - - - - Mr. Barry.
TYR REL, - - - - - - - Mr. Reddish.
BR 1D GE MoR E, - - - - - Mr. Bransby.
Dočtor Druid, - - - - - - Mr. Baddely.
JAR vis, - - - - - - - - Mr. Griffiths.
NAPTHAL1, - - - - - - Mr. Waldron.
La Jeun esse, - - - - - - Mr. J. Burton.
Colin MacLeod, - - - - - Mr. Moody.

Women.
Au Gusta Aub REY, - - - - Mrs. Barry.
Mrs. BRIDGEM or F, - - - - Mrs. Hopkins.
Lucinda BRIDGE MoRE, - - - Mrs. Egerton.
Mrs. MacINTosh, - - - - Mrs. Love.
Maid Servant, - - - - - - Miss Platt.

t

THE FASHIONABLE LOVER.

Acri scene I.

A Hall in Lord ABBER ville’s House with a Stair-case seen through an Arch. Several Domestics waiting in rich Liveries. Flourish of French-horns.

Enter Co LIN hastily.
Colin.

Hoot fellows, haud your honds: pack up your damned clarinets, and gang your gait for a pair of lubberly minstrels as you are. An you could hondle the bagpipes instead, I would na’ say you nay: ahl 'tis an auncient instrument of great melody, and has whastled many a braw lad to his grave; but your holiday horns there are fit only to play to a drunken city barge, on a swan-hopping party up the Thames.

Enter LA Jeu Ness E.

La jeu. Fedon, Monsieur Colin, for why you have send away the horns It is very much the ton in this country for the fine gentlemens to have the horns: upon my vord, my lord this day give grand entertainment to very grand company; tous les maccaroni below stairs, et toutee la coterie above. Hark, who vaits dere? My lord ring his bell.—Voi la, Monsieur Colin, dere is all the company going to the teaTOOm. . Colin. [Looking out..] Now the de'il burst the weams of you all together, say I, for a pack of locusts; a cow in a clover-field has more moderation than the best among you; had my Lord Abberville the wealth of Glasgow, you'd swallow it all down before you gee’d it over.—Crom, crom. Ia Jeu. Wat is dat crom, crom ? We do not know in France, vat is dat crom, crom. But vat you say to the dinner? Upon my vord, monsieur, the cook make as fine dispositions for the table, as the Grand Condé did for the battle: ma foi, he merit to have his statue raised en crocan in the centre of his own performance. Colin. Rais'd on a gibbet in the centre of Hounslow Heath; that's what he merits.

[graphic]

La Jeu. Ah, barbarel Here come my lord. [Exit.

[ocr errors]

Lord Abb. Colin, see that covers are laid for fourand-twenty, and a supper served at twelve in the

great eating parlour. Colin. Ecod, my lord, had you ken'd the mess of

« 上一頁繼續 »