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Enter Mrs. Bullley, who curtsies very low, as begin
ning to speak. Then enter Miss Catley, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the Audience.
MRS. BULKLEY. HOLD, ma'am, your pardon. What's your busi
The Epilogue ?
MISS CATLEY. Yes, the Epilogue, my dear.
MRS. BULKLEY. Sure you mistake, ma'am. The Epilogue? I bring
MISS CATLEY. Excuse me, ma'am. The author bid me sing it.
RECITATIVE. Ye beaux and belles, that form this splendid ring, Suspend your conversation while I sing.
MRS. BULKLEY. Wby sure the girl's beside herself: an Epilogue of
singing, A hopeful end indeed to such a bless'd beginning. Besides, a singer in a comic set! Excuse me, ma'am ; I know the etiquette.
MISS CATLEY. What if we leave it to the House?
The House !-Agreed.
Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling, Still thus address the fair, with voice beguiling,
Yes, I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu.
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 Ye barristers so fluent with grimace, [you :" “ 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.
For you're always polite and attentive,
Your hands and your voices for me.
MRS. BULKLEY. Well, madam, what if, after all this sparring, . We both agree, like friends, to end our jarring!
MISS CATLEY. Agreed.
. MRS. BULKLEY. And now, with late repentance, Un-epilogued the Poet waits his sentence: Condemn the stubborn fool, who can't submit To thrive by flattery, though he starve by wit.