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Besides, a sinner in a comic set-
Excuse me, Ma'am, I know the etiquette.

Miss CATLEY. What if we leave it to the house?

Mrs. BULKLEY.

The house !-Agreed.

Miss CATLEY.

Agreed.

Mrs. BULKLEY.
And she whose party's largest shall proceed.
And first, I hope you'll readily agree
I've all the critics and the wits for me.
They, I am sure, will answer my commands;
Ye candid judging few, hold up your hands.
What ! no return ? I find too late, I fear,
That modern judges seldom enter here.

Miss CATLEY.
I'm for a different set.- Old men, whose trade is
Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies.

RECITATIVE.

Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling,
Still thus address the fair with voice beguiling.

AIR.-Cotillon.

Turn my fairest, turn, if ever
Strephon caught thy ravish'd eye.
Pity take on your swain so clever,
Who without your aid must die.

Yes I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu.
Yes, I must die, ho, ho, ho, ho,

Da Capo.

Mrs. BULKLEY.
Let all the old pay homage to your merit;
Give me the young, the gay, the men of spirit.
Ye travell’d tribe, ye macaroni train,
Of French frisseurs and nosegays justly vain ;
Who take a trip to Paris once a year
To dress, and look like awkward Frenchmen here;
Lend me your hand.-O fatal news to tell,
Their hands are only lent to the Heinelle.

Miss CATLEY.
Ay, take your travellers—travellers indeed !
Give me my bonny Scot, that travels from the Tweed.
Where are the chiels ?-Ah ! ah, I well discern
The smiling looks of each bewitching bairn.

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Air.- A bonny young Lad is my Jockey.
I sing to amuse you by night and by day,
And be unco merry

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gay ; When you with your bagpipes are ready to play, My voice shall be ready to carol away

With Sandy, and Sawney, and Jockey,
With Sawney, and Jarvię, and Jockey.

Mrs. BULKLEY.
Ye gamesters, who, so eager in pursuit,
Make but of all

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fortune one va toute : Ye jockey tribe, whose stock of words are few, " I hold the odds.- Done, done, with you, Ye barristers, so fluent with grimace, “ 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.

with you."

Miss CATLEY.

AIR.--Ballinamony.
Ye brave Irish lads, hark away to the crack,
Assist me, I pray, in this woful attack;
For sure I don't wrong you, you seldom are slack,
When the ladies are calling, to blush and hang back.

For you're always polite and attentive,
Still to amuse us inventive,
And death is your only preventive:
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.
And that our friendship may remain unbroken,
What if we leave the Epilogue unspoken?

Mrs. BULKLEY.
Agreed.

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 starves by wit.

[Eveunt.

SONG.

AH ME!

WHEN SHALL I MARRY ME?"?(1)

Intended to have been sung in the Comedy ofShe Stoops to Conquer.

Ah me! when shall I

marry

me ?
Lovers are plenty ; but fail to relieve me.
He, fond youth, that could carry me,

Offers to love, but means to deceive me.
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.(2)

(1) (Preserved by Mr. Boswell, and communicated by him to the editor of the London Magazine, with the following note :

“Sir, I send you a small production of the late Dr. Goldsmith, which has never been published, and which might perhaps have been totally lost, bad I not secured it. He intended it as a song in the character of Miss Hardcastle, in his admirable comedy of She Stoops to Conquer,' but it was left out, as Mrs. Bulkley, who played the part, did not sing. He sung it himself in private companies very agreeably. The tune is a pretty Irish air, called “The Humours of Balamagairy,' to which, he told me, he found it very difficult to adapt words; but he has succeeded very happily in these few lines. As I could sing the tune, and was fond of them, he was so good as to give me them, about a year ago, just as I was leaving London, and bidding him adieu for that season, little apprehending that it was a last farewell. I preserve this Jittle relic, in his own hand-writing, with an affectionate care. I am, Sir, your humble servant, James Boswell."]

(2) (This air was revived and vulgarized in a song sung by the late Mr. Johnstone in Colman's farce of “ The Wags of Windsor.” Mr. Moore has brought it back into good company: it is to be found in the ninth number of his “ Irish Melodies."-CROKER, Boswell, vol. ii. p. 207.]

EPILOGUE,

SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF

HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT. (1)

nonsense:

Hold! Prompter, hold! a word before your
I'd speak a word or two, to ease my consciense.
My pride forbids it ever should be said,
My heels eclips'd the honours of my head;
That I found humour in a pyebald vest,
Or ever thought that jumping was a jest.

[Takes off his mask.
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 fill’d 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 unhallow'd crew ?
May rosin'd lightning blast me if I do!
No—I will act, I'll vindicate the stage:
Shakspeare himself shall feel my tragic rage.
Off! off! vile trappings! a new passion reigns !
The madd’ning 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.”

(1) [These were probably the last verses written by Goldsmith. They were spoken on the 28th of April 1774, twenty-four days after his death.)

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