When the ladies are calling, to blush and hang back. Still to amuse us inventive, And death is your only preventive ; Your hands and voices for me. Mrs. B. Well, Madam, what if, after all this sparring, We both agree, like friends, to end our jarring? Miss C. And that our friendship may remain unbrok en, What if we leave the Epilogue unspoken? Mrs. B. Agreed. Miss C. Agreed. Mrs. B. 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. AN EPILOGUE Exeunt. INTENDED FOR MRS. BULKLEY. THERE is a place so Ariosto sings Lost human wits have places there assign'd them, The Moon, says he; but I affirm, the Stage At least, in many things, I think I see Both shine at night, for, but at Foote's alone, Both prone to change, no settled limits fix, 6 6 How can the piece expect or hope for quarter? The English laws forbid to punish lunatics. 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? '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: 6 '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; Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free, like me. [Taking a jump through the stage door THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS.* BACRED 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. |