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I AM a devil, so please you—and must hoof
If any author of prolific brains,
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.