EPILOGUE TO SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER." Intended to be spoken by Mrs. Bulkley and Miss Catley.* Enters Mrs. BULKLEY, who curtsies very low as beginning to speak. Then enters Miss CATLEY, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the Audience. MRS. BULKI HOLD, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your business here? Miss CATLEY. The Epilogue. MRS. BULKLEY. Miss CATLEY. Yes, the Epilogue, my dear. Mrs. BULKLEY. Sure you mistake, Ma'am. The Epilogue, I bring it. Miss CATLEY. * [This is the “Quarrelling Epilogue” to which allusion is made by Goldsmith in the preceding note. A copy, in his own handwriting, given to the late Dr. Farr, who was a fellow student at Edinburgh, remains in the family of that gentleman.) RECITATIVE. Ye beaux and belles that form this splendid ring, MRS. BULKLEY. Why, sure the girl's beside herself! an Epilogue of singing, And she whose party's largest shall proceed. Miss CATLEY. RECITATIVE. Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling, AIR.—Cotillon. Turn my fairest, turn, if ever Yes, I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu. Da Capo. Mrs. BULKLEY. gay, Let all the old pay homage to your merit; Miss CATLEY. Ay, take your travellers travellers indeed ! Give me my bonny Scot, that travels from the Tweed. Where are the chiels ?-Ah! ah, I well discern The smiling looks of each bewitching bairn. AIR. A bonny young Lad is my Jockey. With Sandy, and Sawney, and Jockey, Mrs. BULKLEY. Ye gamesters, who, so eager in pursuit, Make but of all your fortune one va toute : Ye jockey tribe, whose stock of words are few, “I hold the odds.-Done, done, with you, with you." Ye barristers, so fluent with grimace, "My Lord, Your Lordship misconceives the case." Doctors, who cough and answer every misfortuner, “I wish I'd been call'd in a little sooner:” Assist my cause with hands and voices hearty, Come end the contest here, and aid my party. Miss CATLEY. Air.- Ballinamony. For you're always polite and attentive, Your hands and your voices for me. MRS. BULKLEY. Well, Madam, what if, after all this sparring, Miss CATLEY. MRS. BULKLEY. Agreed. Miss CATLEY. Agreed. Mrs. BULKLEY. And now with late repentance, [Exeunt. Intended to have been sung in the Comedy of “ She Sloops to Conquer." Ah me! when shall I marry me? Offers to love, but means to deceive me. * (Preserved by Mr. Boswell, and communicated by him to the editor of the London Magazine, with the following note : “SIR, I send you a small production of the late Dr. Goldsmith, which has never been published, and which might perhaps have been totally lost, had I not secured it. He intended it as a song in the character of Miss Hardcastle, in his admirable comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer," but it was left out, as Mrs. Bulkley, who played the part, did not sing. He sung it himself in private companies very agreeably. The tune is a pretty Irish air, called · The Humors of Balamagairy,' to which, he told me, he found it very difficult to adapt words; but he has succeeded very happily in these few lines. As I could sing the tune, and was fond of them, he was so good as to give me them, about a year ago, just as I was leaving London, and bidding him adieu for that season, little apprehending that it was a last farewell. I preserve this little relic, in his own handwriting, with an affectionate care. I am, Sir, your humble servant, JAMES BOSWELL.”] |