should be, and egad we'll have the wedding to-morrow morning. Charles S. Thank you, dear uncle! Sir Peter T. What, you rogue! don't you ask the girl's consent first? Charles S. Oh, I have done that a long time a minute ago—and she has looked yes. test, Sir Peter, there has not been a word. Rowley. If my efforts to serve you had not succeeded, you would have been in my debt for the attempt; but deserve to be happy, and you overpay me. Sir Peter T. Ay, honest Rowley always said you would reform. Charles S. Why, as to reforming, Sir Maria. For shame, Charles!-I pro-Peter, I'll make no promises, and that I take to be a proof that I intend to set about it; but here shall be my monitor-my gentle guide-ah! car: I leave the virtuous path those eyes Sir Oliver S. Well, then, the fewer the better;—may your love for each other never know abatement! Sir Peter T. And may you live as happily together as Lady Teazle and I intend to do! Charles S. Rowley, my old friend, I am sure you congratulate me; and I suspect that I owe you much. illumine? Though thou, dear maid, shouldst wave move, Sir Oliver S. You do indeed, Charles. For even Scandal dies if you approve. Like me condemn'd to such a dismal | That takes the cushion from its proper doom? seat! Save money-when Ijust knew how to The spirit-stirring drum! card drums I waste it! Leave London mean, just as I began to Spadille-odd trick taste it! king and queen! pam-hasto Must I then watch the early crowing And you, ye knockers, that, with brazen cock, The melancholy ticking of a clock; With humble curate can I now retire, squire), throat, The welcome visitors' approach denote; Farewell all quality of high renown, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glori ous town! Farewell! your revels I partake no more, I ought to play deep tragedy next year. Meanwhile he drew wise morals from his play, And in these solemn periods stalk'd away: Blest were the fair like you; her faults who stopt, And closed her follies when the curtain dropt! No more in vice or error to engage, Farewell the plumed head, the cushion'd Or play the fool at large on life's great THE CAMP A MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT. PROLOGUE. THE stage is still the mirror of the day, Where fashion's forms in bright succession play: Sir Gobble Greenfat felt, in death, pangs of The ruling passion taint his parting breath: True to its end, what image can it yield, In times like these, but the embattled Search in the latest as in all the past, "Oh! save my turtle, Keppel! was his field? What juster semblance than the glittering plains warriors, swains! and of village heroic Invasions, battles, now fill rumour's breath, From camp to fleets, from Plymouth to Coxheath. Through every rank some panic terrors spread, And each in various phrase express their| dread. At 'Change, no vulgar patriot passions fright The firm and philosophic-Israelite! Ask him his hopes, "tis all de same to me! "I fix my wishes by my policy. "I'll do you Keppel; or increase De Bar ters." last. No pang like this the macaroni racks, Calmly he dates the downfall of Almack's. "As Gad's my judge, I shall be glad to see "Our Paris friends here for variety. "The clubs are poor; let them their Louis bring, "Th' invasion would be rather a good thing." Perish such fears! what can our arms oppose, When female warriors join our martial beaux ? Fierce from the toilet the plumed bands appear; Miss struts a major, ma'am a brigadier: A spruce Bonduca simpers in the rear, Unusual watch her femmes de chambre keep; Militia phantoms haunt her in her sleep: You will, "I'll underwrite de Duc de She starts, she wakes, she quivers, kneels and prays. Miss Tittup, gasping from her stiff "Side-saddle my horse! ah, lace my Chartres." French stays, stays! vain, "Why if these French should come, "Soft, 'twas but a dream: my fears are we'll have French plays: "Upon my word, I wish these wars would cease!" Settling her tucker, while she sighs for peace. "And Lady Minikin's herself again." Yet hold, nor let false ridicule profane These fair associates of th' embattled plain: With wilder throbs the glutton's bosom Victorious wreaths their efforts justly beats, claim, Anxious and trembling for West India Whose praise is triumph, and whose fleets: smiles are fame. Bless me, child! you are in such a heat, you'll quite spoil your complexion. Miss. Lord, neighbours, you hurry one so. 2d Man. Put on,put on, neighbours. Here, Robin, where are you, boy? 2d Woman. Put on,put on ;-make Robin. [Behind.] I'm coming, fea-haste, we shall be too late. O dear, her, as soon as I can get the colt up; here comes Nell; and she'll scold us for the plaguy beast is down again, all for cheating the soldiers. and mother and chickens are all in the slough. O. Man. Why, is the colt down again? You graceless dog,help your mother up.—Oh, neighbour Farrow has helped her up, I see. Enter OLD WOMAN. O.Woman. Husband, as sure as you are alive, that rogue of a boy drove the colt in the dirt for the purpose, and down we came with such a wang O.Man. What a mercy it is the chickens escaped!Come, put on,neighbours. Enter ROBIN and Colt. Robin. Why, feather, how could 3d Woman. Damn that wench, she won't cheat herself, nor let other hònest people do it, if she can help it; and she says she likes a soldier so well she would sell them goods for nothing. 2d Man. Come, neighbours, now we shall see what bargains your daughter will make at the Camp. 2d Woman. Ay, ay, soldiers are testy customers-They won't buy of the ugly ones- -O, here Nell comes. Enter NELL. Nell. Why, how now? what you are consulting how you shall cheat the poor soldiers: for shame! for shame! I how can you use the poor fellows so? a parcel of unfeeling wretches!-came down here, and bought this place Poor fellows, that risk their lives to with his vote, and now he is both a defend your property, and yet you smuggler and contractor. O' my conmake it your study to defraud them. science, if I had the management of O.Woman. It's very hard, Nell, you affairs, I would severely punish all won't let us have a little picking such fellows, who would be so base among 'em.-What is it to you what as to cheat a poor soldier. we do? 2d Woman.If his worship was here, you dare not say so. Here he comes, here he comes. -Now you'll change your note. Nell. Yes, it is to me;-I never will bear to see a soldier cheated, with my eyes open. I love a soldier, and will always stand by them. Miss. Mind your own business, Nell. Nell. What's that you say, Miss Minx?-Here's a wench dressed out: the poor soldiers are forced to pay for all this finery, you impudent slut you. 2d Man. Why, Nell, if you go on at this rate we'll tell his worship, Mr. Gage, of you: he's an exciseman, and a great friend to us poor folks. Nell. What's that you say, master Grinder? Come forward, you sneaking, snivelling sot you. I think your tricks are pretty well known.-Wasn't you caught soaking eggs in lime and water to make them pass for new ones? and did not you sit in the Nell. Will I?-you shall see if I do. No, no; I'll tell him my mind: that's always my way. Enter GAGE. All. Ah! Mr. Gage. Gage. Hey day! what's the matter? What the plague, is there a civil war broke out among you? 1st Woman. Why, Mr. Gage, Nell here has been scolding us for cheating the soldiers. 2d Woman. Yes, and says you encourage us in it. Gage. Encourage you! to be sure I do, in the way of trade. All. Ay, in the way of trade. stocks for robbing the 'squire's rook-rating the poor girl, and says I dress ery to make your pigeon pies? 2dWoman.Well, well, we'll tell Mr. Gage, and then what will he say to you? her up thus only to make the better bargains. Gage. And ecod you're in the right Nell. Tell Mr. Gage, will you?-he's of it; your mother is a sensible old a pretty protector indeed; he's a dis-woman. Well said,dame; put plenty grace to his Majesty's inkhorn in your baskets, and sell your wares while he seizes with one hand, he at the sign of your daughter's face. smuggles with the other. Why, no 1st Woman. Ay, ay, so I say. longer ago than last summer, he was Gage.Right-Soldiers are testy cusa broken attorney at Rochester, and tomers, and this is the market where |