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Here ill-condition'd oranges abound- [Stage. And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground:
[Tasting them. The inhabitants are cannibals, I fear: I heard a hissing—there are serpents here! 0, there the people are-best keep my distance; Our captain (gentle natives) craves assistance; Our ship’s well stor'd-in yonder creek we've laid
MR. LEE LEWES,
CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT
HOLDI 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, My heels eclips'd the honours of my head;
That I found humour in a piebald vest,
[Takes off his mask.
soft-twas but a dream.' Aye, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no re
treating : 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 cavil'd at his image in the flood. "The deuce confound,' he cries,' these drum-stick
shanks, They neither 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, astonish'd to his view,
drew, Hoicks! hark forward! came thund'ring from be
hind; 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 priz'd 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.
COMEDY OF THE SISTERS.
WHAT! five.long acts--and all to make us wiser !
Our authoress, sure, has wanted an adviser. Had she consulted me, she should have made Her moral play a speaking masquerade; Warm'd up each bustling scene, and in her rage Have emptied all the green room on the stage. My life on't, this had kept her play from sinking; Have pleas’d our eyes, and sav'd the pain of thinking.' Well, since she thus has showu her want of skill, What if I give a masquerade?-I will.
But how?-ay, there's the rub! (pausing]—I've
got my cue : The world's a masquerade; the masquers, you, you.
you. (To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery, Lud! what a groupe the motley scene discloses ! False wit, false wives, false virgins, and false
spouses ! Statesmen with bridles on; and, close beside 'em, Patriots in party-colour'd suits that ride 'em. There Hebes, turn'd of fifty, try once more To raise a flame in Cupids of threescore. These in their turn, with appetites as keen, Deserting fifty, fatten on fifteen. Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon, Flings down her sampler, and takes up the woman; The little urchin smiles, and spreads her lure, And tries to kill, ere she's got power to cure. Thus 'tis with all-their chief and constant care Is, to seem every thing but what they are. Yon broad, bold, angry spark I fix my eye on, Who seems thave robb’d his vizor from the lion; Who frowns, and talks, and swears, with round
parade, Looking, as who should say, Dam’me! who's afraid?
[Mimicking Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am You'll find his lionship a very lamb. Yon politician, famous in debate, Perhaps, to vulgar eyes, bestrides the state; Yet, when he deigns his real shape ť assume, He turns old woman, and bestrides a broom. Yon patriot too, who presses on your sight, And seems, to every gazer, all in white, If with a bribe his candour you attack, le bows, turns round, and, wbip“the man's in
Yon critic too-but wbither do I run?
ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG,
GOOD people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song ;
It cannot hold you long.
Of whom the world might say,
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
When he put on his clothes.
As many dogs there be,
And curs of low degree.
But when a piqne began,
Went mad, and bit the man.