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 My heels eclipsed the honors of my head; [Takes off his mask. Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth? No I will act - I'll vindicate the stage: Shakspeare himself shall feel my tragic rage. Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! -soft 'twas but a dream.' Ay, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreating, "Twas thus that Æsop's stag, a creature blameless, And cavill'd 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 that horns are the fashion now.' Whilst thus he spoke, astonish'd, to his view, Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen drew; He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways; [Taking a jump through the stage door. THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS.* SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES. SPOKEN AND SUNG IN THE GREAT ROOM IN SOHO-SQUARE, Thursday, the 20th day of February, 1772. ADVERTISEMENT. THE following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days: and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius. In justice to the composer, it may likewise be right to inform the public, that the music was adapted in a period of time equally short. SPEAKERS Mr. Lee and Mrs. Bellamy. SINGERS-Mr. Champnes, Mr. Dine, and Miss Jameson. THE MUSIC PREPARED AND ADAPTED BY SIGNIOR VENTO. * This poem was first printed in Chalmers' edition of the English Poets, from a copy given by Goldsmith to his friend, Joseph Cradock, Esq., author of the tragedy of Zobeide. THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS. OVERTURE-A SOLEMN DIRGE. AIR-TRIO. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, When truth and virtue reach the skies CHORUS. When truth and virtue, etc. MAN SPEAKER. The praise attending pomp and power, The incense given to kings, Are but the trappings of an hour, Mere transitory things. The base bestow them; but the good agree Το spurn the venal gifts as flattery. But when to pomp and power are join'd When titles are the smallest claim; But aid the power of doing good: Then all their trophies last fame. and flattery turns to Blest spirit, thou, whose fame, just born to bloom, Shall spread and flourish from the tomb, How hast thou left mankind for Heaven! Request to be forgiven ! Alas! they never had thy hate; In vain, to drive thee from the right, Like some well-fashion'd arch thy patience stood, Every passion hushed to rest, Some increasing good bestows, SONG. BY A MAN AFFETUOSO. Virtue, on herself relying, etc. to Only rocks her to repose. WOMAN SPEAKER. Yet ah! what terrors frown'd upon her fate, Fever, and pain, and pale consumptive care, |