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MR. LEE LEWES,
IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT.
Hold! prompter, hold! a word before your non
sense ; I'd speak a word or two to ease my conscience. My pride forbids it ever should be said, My heels eclips'd the honours of my head; That I found humour in a pyeball vest, Or ever thought that jumping was a jest.
[Takes off his mask. Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth? Nature disowns, and reason scorns thy mirth ;
In thy black aspect ev'ry passion sleeps,
soft—'twas but a dream. Aye,'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreat
ing; If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating. 'Twas thus that Æsop’s stag, a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless, Once on the margin of a fountain stood, And cavill’d at his image in the flood. “ The deuce confound," he cries, “ these drum
stick shanks, They neither have my gratitude nor thanks : They're perfectly disgraceful! strike me dead ! But for a head-yes, yes, I have a head. How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow! My horns !—I'm told horns are the fashion now." Whilst thus he spoke, astonish'd! to his view, Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen
drew. Hoicks! hark forward! came thund'ring from be
hind, He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind: He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways; He starts, he pants, he takes the circling maze. At length his silly head, so priz'd before, Is taught his former folly to deplore ; Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free, And at one bound he saves himself, like me.
[Taking a jump through the stage door. EPILOGUE
COMEDY OF THE SISTER.
What! five long acts and all to make us wiser!
got my cue: The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you,
[To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery.
Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses !
parade, Looking, as who should say, damme! who's afraid ?
[Mimicking Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am You'll find his lionship a very lamb.