If not, I take a pinch of snuff, And wonder where you got fuch stuff. That done, a-gape the critics fit, Expectant of the comic wit. The fiddlers play again pell-mell, But hift!—the prompter rings his bell. Down there! hats off!-the curtain draws!— 7 PRO PROLOGUE To the JEALOUS WIFE. Spoken by Mr. GARRICK. THE HE JEALOUS WIFE! a Comedy! poor man! A charming fubject! but a wretched plan. His fkittish wit, o'erleaping the due bound, Commits flat trespass upon tragic ground.. Quarrels, upbraidings, jealoufies, and spleen, Grow too familiar in the comic scene.. Tinge but the language with heroic chime, 'Tis Paffion, Pathos, Character, Sublime! What round big words had fwell'd the pompous fcene, A king the husband, and the wife a queen! Then might Distraction rend her graceful hair, See fightless forms, and scream, and gape, and stare. Drawcanfir death had rag'd without controul, Here the drawn dagger, there the poison'd bowl. What What eyes had ftream'd at all the whining woe! What hands had thunder'd at each Hah! and Oh! But peace! the gentle prologue custom fends, Our author flies, but with no partial aim. Books too he read, nor blush'd to use their store. If in his scenes an honeft skill is fhewn, But But if, all rude, his artless scenes deface He spoil and plunder with a robber's hand, The The Nightingale, the Owl, and the Cuckow. A F FABLE. Addreffed to DAVID GARRICK, Efq. On the report of his retiring from the stage, Dec. 1760, C RITICS, who like the scarecrows ftand Upon the poet's common land, And with severity of sense, Drive all imagination thence, Say that in truth lies all fublime, Whether you write in profe or rhyme. And yet the truth may lofe its grace, If blurted to a perfon's face; Efpecially, if what you speak Shou'd crimson o'er the glowing cheek: It looks a-fquint at adulation. I would |