Here ill conditioned oranges abound (Stage.) EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY And apples, bitter apples strew the ground: (Tasting them.) The inhabitants are cannibals I fear: her, His honour is no mercenary trader. This is his first adventure, lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade. His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from far, Equally fit for gallantry and war. What, no reply to promises so ample? -I'd best step back, and order up a sample. IN THE CHARACTER AT HIS BE FOLD! prompter, hold! sense; id speak a word or two, Whence, and what art EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT. LD! prompter, hold! a word before your non sense; speak a word or two, to ease my conscience. y pride forbids it ever should be said, y heels eclips'd the honours of my head; at I found humour in a pyeball vest, ever thought that jumping was a jest. [Takes off his mask. hence, and what art thou, visionary birth? he joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps. OF GOLDSMITH Oh! for a Richard's voice to catch the theme: Give me another horse! bind up my wounds !— soft-'twas but a dream. Ay, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no re- If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating. And cavill'd at his image in the flood. 'The deuce confound,' he cries, 'these drumstick shanks, They never have my gratitude nor thanks; How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow! Hoicks! hark forward! came thundering from behind, He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind: [Taking a jump through the stage door. EPILOGUE TO THE COM SISTERS. ar? five long acts-and Well, since she thus has got my cue: you. Lad! what a group t False wits, false wive spouses! Statesmen with brid Patriots in party-co The Sisters] A com taken from the authore performed only one r Dramatica says that appeared the last thi EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE AT? five long acts—and all to make us wiser! authoress sure has wanted an adviser. 1 she consulted me, she should have made moral play a speaking masquerade; rm'd up each bustling scene, and in her rage ve emptied all the green room on the stage. - life on't, this had kept her play from sinking; _ve pleas'd our eyes, and sav'd the pain of thinking. ell, since she thus has shown her want of skill, hat if I give a masquerade?—I will. at how? ay, there's the rub! [pausing]—I've got my cue: he world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, you. [To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery. ud! what a group the motley scene discloses ! alse wits, false wives, false virgins, and false spouses! tatesmen with bridles on; and, close beside'em, Patriots in party-colour'd suits that ride 'em. 2 The Sisters] A comedy by Mrs. Charlotte Lennox, 1769, aken from the authoress's own novel, Henrietta.' It was performed only one night. The author of the Biographia Dramatica says that this epilogue is the best that has appeared the last thirty years.' There Hebes, turn'd of fifty, try once more woman: Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon, Looking, as who should say, dam'me! who's afraid? [Mimicking. Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am [black! Well then a truce, since she requests it too : |