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But I will rally, and combat the ruiner;

Not a look nor a smile shall my passion discover.
She that gives all to the false one pursuing her
Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover.

PROLOGUE TO "ZOBEIDE," A TRAGEDY.

SPOKEN BY MR. QUICK IN THE CHARACTER OF A SA LOR.

IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore
The distant climates and the savage shore;
When wise astronomers to India steer,
And quit for Venus many a brighter here;
While botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling,
Forsake the fair, and patiently-go simpling;
When every bosom swells with wondrous scenes,
Priests, cannibals, and hoity-toity queens;
Our bard into the general spirit enters,
And fits his little frigate for adventures.

With Scythian stores, and trinkets, deeply laden,
He this way steers his course, in hopes of trading ;
Yet ere he lands he 'as ordered me before,

To make an observation on the shore.

Where are we driven? our reckoning sure is lost!
This seems a barren and a dangerous coast.

Lord, what a sultry climate am I under!

Yon ill-foreboding cloud seems big with thunder - [Upper gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em-[Pit. Here trees of stately size, and turtles in 'em- [Balconies. Here ill-conditioned oranges abound

[Stage. And apples (takes up one and tastes it], bitter apples, strew the ground:

The place is uninhabited I fear :

I heard a hissing-there are serpents here!
Oh, there the natives are a dreadful race;
The men have tails, the women painted face.
No doubt they're all barbarians.-Yes, 'tis so;
I'll try to make palaver with them though :
'Tis best, however, keeping at a distance.
Good savages, our Captain craves assistance :

[Making signs.

Our ship's well stored; in yonder creek we've laid her :
His honour is no mercenary trader.

This is his first adventure; lend him aid,

Or you may chance to spoil 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.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT.

HOLD, Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense!

I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience.

My pride forbids it ever should be said

[Takes off his mask.

My heels eclipsed the honours of my head;
That I found humour in a piebald vest,
Or ever thought that jumping was a jest.
Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth?
Nature disowns and reason scorns thy mirth.
In thy black aspect every passion sleeps,
The joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps.
How hast thou filled the scene with all thy brood
Of fools pursuing, and of fools pursued!
Whose ins and outs no ray of sense discloses,
Whose only plot it is to break our noses;
Whilst from below the trap-door demons rise,
And from above the dangling deities.
And shall I mix in this unhallowed crew?
May rosined lightning blast me if I do!
No-I will act, I'll vindicate the stage:
Shakespeare himself shall feel my tragic rage.
Off, off, vile trappings! a new passion reigns!
The maddening monarch revels in my veins.
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 retreating:

If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating.

'Twas thus that Æsop's stag, a creature blameless,

Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless,

Once on the margin of a fountain stood,

And cavilled at his image in the flood.

"The deuce confound," he cries, "these drumstick shanks;
They never have my gratitude nor thanks;

They're perfectly disgraceful! strike me dead!

But for a head; yes, yes, I have a head.

How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow!

My horns!-I'm told horns are the fashion now."

Whilst thus he spoke, astonished, to his view,

Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen drew;
"Hoicks! hark forward !" came thundering from behind.

He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind;

He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways;
He starts, he pants, he takes the circling maze.
At length his silly head, so prized before,
Is taught his former folly to deplore;
Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free,
And at one bound he saves himself,-like me.

[Taking a jump through the stage-door.

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