EPILOGUE ΤΟ 66 SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER," Intended to be spoken by Mrs. Bulkley and Miss Catley.(1) Enters Mrs. BULKLEY, who curtsies very low as beginning to speak. Then enters Miss CATLEY, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the Audience. Mrs. BULKLEY. HOLD, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your business here? Excuse me, Ma'am. The Author bid me sing it. RECITATIVE. Ye beaux and belles, that form this splendid ring, Mrs. BULKLEY. Why, sure the girl's beside herself! an Epilogue of singing, A hopeful end indeed to such a blest beginning. (1) [This is the " Quarrelling Epilogue" to which allusion is made by Goldsmith in the preceding note. A copy, in his own hand-writing, given to the late Dr. Farr, who was a fellow student at Edinburgh, remains in the family of that gentleman.] 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. Mrs. BULKLEY. And she whose party's largest shall proceed. Miss CATLEY. I'm for a different set.-Old men, whose trade is RECITATIVE. Agreed. Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling, AIR.-Cotillon. Turn my fairest, turn, if ever Yes I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu. Da Capo. Mrs. BULKLEY. Let all the old pay homage to your merit ; Of French frisseurs and nosegays justly vain; To dress, and look like awkward Frenchmen here; Lend me your 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. AIR. A bonny young Lad is my Jockey. but I sing to amuse you by night and by day, With Sandy, and Sawney, and Jockey, Mrs. BULKLley. Ye gamesters, who, so eager in pursuit, Make but of all your fortune one va toute: Ye barristers, so fluent with grimace, 66 you, with you." 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, Miss CATLEY. AIR.-Ballinamony, Ye brave Irish lads, hark away to the crack, For sure I don't wrong you, you seldom are slack, For you're always polite and attentive, And death is your only preventive: Your hands and your voices for me. Mrs. BULKLEY. Well, Madam, what if, after all this sparring, Miss CATLEY. And that our friendship may remain unbroken, 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. [Exeunt. SONG. 66 AH ME! WHEN SHALL I MARRY ME ?''(1) Intended to have been sung in the Comedy of" She Stoops to Conquer." АH me! when shall I marry me? Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me. Offers to love, but means to deceive me. Not a look, nor a smile shall my passion discover. 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, had 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 1 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 little 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.] |