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Enter Mr. WOODWARD, dressed in black, and holding

. a handkerchief to his eyes.

EXCUSE me, Sirs, I pray—I can't yet speakI'm crying now--and have been all the week. « Tis not alone this mourning suit,” good masters : “ I've that within"-for which there are no plasters! Pray, would you know the reason why I'm crying? The comic muse, long sick, is now a dying ! And if she goes, my tears will never stop; For as a play'r, I can't squeeze out one drop; I am undone, that's all-shall lose my bread I'd rather, but that's nothing close my head. When the sweet maid is laid upon the bier, Shuter and I shall be chief mourners here. To her a mawkish drab of spurious breed, Who deals in Sentimentals, will succeed! Poor Ned and I are dead to all intents; We can as soon speak Greek as Sentiments ! Both nervous grown, to keep our spirits up, We now and then take down a hearty cup. What shall we do?-If Comedy forsake us ? They'll turn us out, and no one else will take us. But, why can't I be moral? Let me try My heart thus pressing-a-fix'd my face and eye

With a sententious look, that nothing means,
(Faces are blocks in sentimental scenes)
Thus I begin—" All is not gold that glitters,
6 Pleasures seem sweet, but prove a glass of bitters. ·
“ When ign’rance enters, folly is at hand :
“ Learning is better far than house and land.
« Let not your virtue trip, who trips may stumble,
“ And virtue is not virtue, if she tumble."
I give it up-morals won't do for me;
To make you laugh, I must play tragedy.
One hope remains—hearing the maid was ill,
A Doctor comes this night to shew his skill.
To cheer her heart, and give your muscles motion,
He, in Five Draughts prepar'd, presents a potion ;
A kind of magic charm for be assur'd,
If you will swallow it, the maid is cur'd:
But desp'rate the Doctor, and her case is,
If you reject the dose, and make wry faces.!
This truth he boasts, will boast it while he lives;
No pois’nous drugs are mix'd in what he giveş.
Should he succeed, you'll give him his degree ;
If not, within he will receive no fee!
The college you, must his pretensions back,
Pronounce him Regular, or dub him Quack: -



Sir Charles Marlow - - - Mr. GARDNER. Young Marlow, (his son) - Mr. LEWIS. Hardcastle - - - - - - Mr. SHUTER. Hastings - - - - - - Mr. DUBELLAMY., Tony Lumpkin - - - - - Mr. QUICK. Diggory - - - - - - - Mr. SAUNDERS.


Mrs. Hardcastle - - - - Mrs. GREEN. Miss Hardcastle - - - - Mrs. BULKLEY. Miss Nevill - - - - - Mrs. KNIVETON. Maid - - - - - - Miss WILLEMS.

Landlord, Servants, &c. &c.

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