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spoiled all; but now-here's company coming, Col. F. When I have put on my beau clothes, friend, give me the paper.

Sir Philip, you'll like me better [Going to Prim hastily. Sir P. Thou wilt make a very scurvy beauObad. Here it is, Símon; and I wish thee friend happy with the maiden.

Col. F. I believe I can prove it under your Miss L. 'Tis done; and now, devil, do thy hand that you thought me a very fine gentleworst.

man in the Park t'other day, about thirty-six

minutes after eleven; will you take a pinch, Enter SIMON PURE, COACHMAN, and others. Sir Philip-One of the finest snuff-boxes you

[Offers him snuif. Simon. Look thee, friend, I have brought Sir P. Ha, ha, ha! I am overjoyed, 'faith I these people to satisfy thee that I am not the am, if thou be'st the gentleman-I own I did impostor which thou didst take me for: this is give my consent to the gentleman I brought the man that did drive the leathern conhere to-day-but whether this is he I can't be veniency, and brought me from Bristol-and positive. this is

Obad. Canst thou not!--Now I think thou Col. F. Look ye, friend, to save the court art a fine fellow to be left guardian to an orthe trouble of examining witnesses I plead phan.-Thou shallow-brained s uttlecock, he guilty, ha, ha!

may be a pickpocket for aught thou dost Obad. How's this? Is not thy name Pure know. then?

Per. You would have been two rare fellows Col. F. No, really, Sir: I only made bold to have been intrusted with the sole managewith this gentleman's name—but here I give it ment of her fortune ; would ye not, think ye? up safe and sound: it has done the business I But Mr. Tradelove and myself shall take care had occasion for, and now I intend to wear my of her portion.own, which shall be at his service upon the Trade. Ay, ay, so we will.–Didn't you tell same occasion at any time.-Ha, ha, ha! me the Dutch merchant desired me to meet Simon. Oh! the wickedness of the age! him here, Mr. Freeman?

[Erit COACHMAN, &c. Free. I did so, and I am sure he will be Obad. I am struck dumb with thy impu- here, if you'll have a little patience. dence, Anne; thou hast deceived me and Col. F. What, is Mr. Tradelove impatient ? perchance undone thyself.

Nay, then, ib ben gereet voor your, he be, Jan Mrs. P. Thou art a dissembling baggage, Van Timtamtirelereletta Heer Van Feignwell, and shame will overtake thee. (Exit. vergeeten!

Simon. I am grieved to see thy wife so Trade. Oh! pox of the name! what have much troubled : I will follow and console her. you tricked me too, Mr. Freeman?

[Exit. Col. F. Tricked, 'Mr. Tradelove! did not I Enter SERVANT.

give you two thousand pounds for your consent

fairly? And now do you tell a gentleman he Serv. Thy brother guardians inquire for has tricked you? Thee: here is another man with them.

Per. So, so, you are a pretty guardian, 'faith, Miss L. Who can that other man be? to sell your charge: what, did you look upon

[To Col. F. her as part of your stock? Col. F. "Tis Freeman, a friend of mine, whom Obad. Ha, ha, ha! I am glad thy knavery is I ordered to bring the rest of the guardians found out, however-I confess the maiden here.

over-reached me, and I had no sinister end at

all, Enter Sir Philip MODELOVE, TRADELOVE, Per. Ay, ay, one thing or other over-reachPERIWINKLE, and FREEMAN.

ed you all-but I'll take care he shall never

finger a penny of her money, I warrant youFree. Is all safe ?. Did my letter do you ser-over-reached, quotha! Why I might have vice?

been over-reached too, if I had no more wit: Col. F. All, all's safe! ample service. I don't know but this very follow may be him

[Aside. that was directed to me from Grand Cairo Sir P. Miss Nancy, how dost do, chifa? t'other day. Ha, ha, ha!

Miss L. Don't call me Miss, friend Philip; Col. F. The very same. my name is Anne, thou knowést.

Per. Are you so, Sir ? but your trick would Sir P. What, is the girl metamorphosed ? not pass upon me. Miss L. I wish thou

wert so metamorphosed. Col. F. No, as you say, at that time it did Ah! Philip, throw off that gaudy attire, and not, that was not my lucky hour but, harkye, wear the clothes becoming thy age.

Sir, I must let you into one secret-you may Obad. I am ashamed to see these men. keep honest John Tradescant's coat on, for

(Aside. your uncle, Sir Toby Periwinkle, is not dead Sir P. My age! the woman is possessed. - so the charge of mourning will be saved, ha, Col. F. No, thou art possessed rather, ha, ha!--Don't you remember Mr. Pillage, friend,

your uncle's steward? Ha, ha, ha! Trade. Harkye, Miss Lovely, one word with Per. Not dead! I begin to fear I am tricked you,

[Takes hold of her hand. too. Col. F. This maiden is my wife, thanks to Col. F. Don't you remember the signing of a my friend Prim, and thou hast no business lease, Mr. Periwinkle? with her.

Per. Well, and what signifies that lease, if Trade. His wife! harkye, Mr. Freeman. my uncle is not dead ?-Ha! I am sure it was

Per. Why you have made a very fine piece of a lease I signed.-work of it, Mr. Prim.

Col. F. Ay, but it was a lease for life, Sir, Sir P. Married to a quaker! thou art a fine and of this beautiful tenement, I thank you. fellow to be left guardian to an orphan trulythere's a husband for a young lady!

(Takes hold of Miss L. Omnes. Ha, ha, ha! Neighbour's fare.

Free. So then, I find, you are all tricked, Col. F. Look ye, gentlemen, I am the perha, ha!

son who can give the best account of myself; Per. I am certain I read as plain a lease as and I must beg Sir Philip's pardon, when ever I read in my life.

tell him, that I have as much aversion to what Col. F. You read a lease, I grant you ; but he calls dress and breeding, as I have to the you signed this contract. (Showing a paper. enemies of my religion. I have had the hon

Per. How durst you put this trick upon me, our to serve his majesty, and headed a regi. Mr. Freeman? Didn't you tell me my uncle ment of the bravest fellows that ever pushed was dying?

bayonet in the throat of a Frenchman; and Free. And would tell you twice as much to notwithstanding the fortune this lady brings serve my friend, ha, ha!

me, whenever my country wants my aid, this Sir P. What, the learned and famous Mr. sword and arm are at her service. Periwinkle choused too !-Ha, ha, ha!-I shall die with laughing, ha, ha, ha!

And now, my fair, if thou'lt but deign to smile, Trade. Weil, since you have outwitted us I meet a recompense for all my toil: all, pray you, what and who are you, Sir ? Love and religion ne'er admit restraint,

Sir P. Sir, the gentleman is a fine gentle. And force makes many sinners, not one saint ; man:-I am glad you have got a person, Still free as air the actire mind does rove, Madam, who understands dress and good And searches proper objects for its love ; breeding. I was resolved she should have But that once fix'd, 'tis past the power of art, one of my choosing.

To chase the dear idea from the heart: Trade. A beau ! nay, then she is finely helped 'Tis liberty of choice that sweetens life,

Makes the glad husband, and the happy wife. Miss L. Why beaux are great encouragers

(Exeunt. of trade, Sir, ha, ha, ha!

up.

M ID AS:

AN ENGLISH BURLETTA,

IN TWO ACTS.

BY KANE O'HARA.

REMARKS. THE mythology of the ancients has furnished subjects for ridiculc in this English burletta ; but the deities of the heathens were almost too absurd for burlesque. The humour of this piece is considerable, though not always apparent on the stage; aided, however, by the powers of the orchestra, and the great vocal talent usually employed at our royal theatres, it never fails to please and attract. This piece was first performed as an opera, but found its appropriate place as an asterpiece.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

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As originally acted at COVENT GARDEN, 1764. DRURY LANE, 1804. COVENT GARDEN, 1614,
JUPITER,
Mr. Legg:

Mr. Sedgwick. Mr. Tinney.
Juno,
Mr. Stephens.
Mrs. Harlowe.

Miss Logan.
Momus,

Mr. Dibdin.
APOLLO,
Mr. Mattocks.
Mr. Kelly,

Mr. Sinclair.
PAN,
Mr. Dunstall.
Mr. Caulfield.

Mr. Emery.
MARS,

Mr. Rhodes.

Mr. Higman. BACCHUS,

Mr. Jones.

Mr. Duruset.
MERCURY,
Mr. Baker.
Mr. Gibbons.

Mr. Heath.
Cupid,

Master West.

Master Wilson. MINERVA,

Miss Saunders.

Mrs. Davies. Venus,

Miss Bristow.

Mrs. Norman. BELLONA,

Miss Williams. LUNA,

Miss Arne. НЕВЕ, ,

Miss Watson.

MORTALS
Midas,
Mr. Shuter.
Mr. Suett.

Mr. Liston.
DAMÆTAS,
Mr. Fawcett.
Mr. Wathen.

Mr. Taylor.
SILENO,
Mr. Beard.
Mr. Dignum.

Mr. Fawcett.
Mysis,
Miss Poitier.
Miss Tyrer.

Mrs. Liston.
DAPHNE,
Miss Miller.

Mrs. Mountain. Mrs. Stirling.
Nysa,
Miss Hallam.
Mrs. Bland.

Miss Bolton.
ORACLE,

Mr. Waylen.

Graces, Attendants, Chorusses, &c. &c.
Scene.-First on Mount Olympus, afterwards on the Pastures of Lydia.

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ACT I.

SCENE I.
The curtain rising discovers the Heathen Deities,

seated amidst the clouds, in full council: they
address JUPITER in the following Chorus.

Jove, in his chair,
Of the sky lord mayor,

With his nods
Men and gods

Keeps in awe;
When he winks,
Heaven shrinks ;

When he speaks,
Hell squeaks;

Earth's globe is but his taw.
Cock of the school,
He bears despotic rule;

His word,
Though absurd,

Must be law.
Even Fate,
Though so great,
Must not prate;
His bald pate
Jove would cuff,
He's so bluff,

For a straw.

149 Cow'd deities,

Well, down I am ; --no bones broke, though Like mice in cheese,

sore pepper'd! To stir must cease,

Here doom'd to stay.- What can I do?-turn Or gnaw.

shepherd- [Puts on the cloak, &c. Jup. [Rising:) Immortals, you have heard No more, but Pol the swain, some flock I'll

A lucky thought.-In this disguise, Apollo your plaintive sov'reign, [govern, And culprit Sol's high crimes. Shall we who Nor doubt I, with my voice, guitar, and per

follow.

[son, Brook spies upon us? Shall Apollo trample On our commands? We'll make him an ex. Among the nymphs to kick up some diversion. ample.

Enter SILENO. As for you, Juno, curb your prying temper, or We'll make you, to your cost know-we're Sil. Whom have we here ? a sightly clown! your emperor,

-and

sturdy : Juno. I'll take the law. (TO JUPITER.] My Hum-plays, I see, upon the hurdy-gurdy.

proctor, with a summons, (mons. Seems out of placea stranger-ali in tatters; Shall cite you, Sir, t'appear at Doctors' Com- I'll hire him--he'll divert my wife and daughJup. Let him—but first I'll chase from Whence, and what art thou, boy? [ters. heaven yon varlet.'

Pol. An orphan lard, Sir. Juno. What, for detecting you and your Pol is my name-a shepherd once my dad, Sir! vile harlot!

I'th' upper parts here--though not born to

serving, AIR.

I'll now take on, for faith I'm almost starving. Think not, lewd Jove,

Sil. You've drawn a prize i'th' lottery.-So Thus to wrong my chaste love;

have I too; For, spite of your rakehelly godhead, Why—I'm the master you could best apply to. By day and by night,

DUET. Juno will have her right,

Nor be, of dues nuptial, defrauded. Sil. Since you mean to hire for service, l'll feret the haunts

Come with me, you jolly dog ; Of your female gallants;

You can help to bring home harvest, In vain you in darkness enclose them; Tend the sheep, and feed the hog. Your favourite jades

Fa, la, la. l'll plunge to the shades,

With three crowns, your standing wages, Or into cows metamorphose them.

You shall daintily be fed ;

Bacon, beans, salt beef, cabbages, Jup. Peace, termagant-I swear by Styx, our thunder

[wonder,

Buttermilk, and oaten bread. Shall hurl him to the earth.–Nay, never

Fa, la, la.

Come, strike hands, you'll live in clover, I've sworn it, gods.

When we get you once at home; Apol. Hold, hold, have patience,

And when daily labour's over, Papa.-No bowels for your own relations !

We'll dance to your strum-strum.

Fa, la, la. Be by your friends advised,

Pol. I strike hands, I take your offer,

Farther on I'may fare worse ;
Too rash, too hasty dad !
Mavgre your bolts and wise head,

Zooks, I can no longer suffer
The world will think you mad.

Hungry guts and empty purse.
What worse can Bacchus teach men,

Fa, la, la.

Sil. Do strike hands; 'tis kind I offer ;
His roaring bucks, when drunk,
Than break the lamps, beat watchmen,

Pol. I strike hands, and take your offer ;
And stagger to some punk ?

Sil. Farther seeking you'll fare worse ;

Pol. Farther on I may fare worse.
Jup. You saucy scoundrel—there, Sir.-

Sil. Pity such a lad should suffer,
Come, disorder,

(further.

Pol. Zooks, I can no longer suffer, Down, Phoebus, down to earth, we'll hear no Sil. Hungry guts and empty purse, Roll, thunders, roll; blue lightnings fash Pol. Hungry guts and empty purse. about him. [him.

Fa, la, la. The blab shall find our sky can do without

[Exeunt, dancing and singing. [Thunder and lightning. JUPITER darts a

bolt at him; he falls ;--JUPITER re-assumes SCENE III.--SILENO's Farm-House. his throne, and the Gods all ascend together,

Enter Daphne and Nysa. singing the initial chorus; Jove, in his chair, &c.

Daph. But, Nysa, how goes on Squire Mi

das' courtship? SCENE II.-A Champaign country, with a

Nysa. Your sweet Damætas, pimp to his distant Village.

great worship,

[ditionsViolent storm of thunder and lightning. A shep. I've cur'd him I believe of such commissions.

Brought me from him a purse ;-but the conherd sleeping in the field is roused by it, and

Daph. The moon calf! This must blast him runs away frightened, leaving his clogk, hat,

with my father. and guitar, behind him.-APOLLO (as cast

Nysa. Right. So we're rid of the two frights from Heaven) falls to the earth, with a rude

together. shock, and lies for a while stunned ; at length

Both. Ha, ha, ha!-ha, ha, ha! he begins to move, rises, advances, and, looking forward, speaks.

Enter Mysis. Apol. Zooks! what a crush! a pretty, de- Mysis. Hey-day! what mare's nest's found ? cent tumble !

(ble.
For ever grinning:

[ning? Kind usage, Mr. Jove--sweet Sir, your hum. Ye rantipoles-is't thus you mind your spin.

T

AIR.

AIR.

Nysa. Ah! ah !
Girls are known

Daph. Mamma!
To mischief prone,

Nysa. Mamma, how can you be so ill-na

tur'd?
If ever they be idle,
Who would rear

Daph. Ah, ah, to a lad so limb'd and fea.

tur'd ?
Two daughters fair
Must hold a steady bridle.

Nysa. To the gentle, handsome swain,
For here they skip,

Daph. Sure 'tis cruel to give pain ;
And there they trip,

Nysa. Sure 'tis cruel to give pain;
And this and that way sidle.

Daph. To the gentle, handsome swain.
Giddy maids,

Mysis, Girls, for you my fears perplex me,
Poor silly jades,

I'm alarm'd on your account.
All after men are gadding;

Sil. Wife, in vain you tease and vex me,
They flirt pell-mell,

I will rule, depend upon't.
Their train to swell,

Nysa. Mamma !
To coxcomb, coxcomb adding:

Mysis. Pshaw! Pshaw !
To every fop

Dapk. Papa !

Sil.
They're cock-a-hoop,

Ah! ah !
And set their mothers madding.

Daph, Mamma, how can you be so ill-na

tur'd, Enter Sileno, introducing Pol.

Sil.

Pshaw, pshaw, you must not be so

ill-natur'd ; Sil. Now, dame and girls, no more let's hear

Nysa. Ah, ah, to a lad so limb’d, so feayou grumble

[ble

túr'd? At too hard toil ;-I chanc'd just now to stum

Daph. To the gentle, handsome swain. On this stout drudge-and hir'd him-fit for

Sil. He's a gentle, handsome swain. labour.

[caper.

Nysa. Sure 'tis cruel to give pain. To 'em, lad—then he can play, and sing, and

Mysis. "Tis my pleasure to give pain, Mysis. Fine rubbish to bring home; a stroll

Daph. Sure 'tis cruel to give pain. ing thrummer!

Sil. He's a gentle, handsome swain. What art thou good for? speak, thou ragged

Nysa. To the gentle, handsome swain. mummer!

[To Pol.

Mysis. To your odious, fav’rite swain. Nysa. Mother, for shame

[Exeunt. Mysis. Peace, saucebox, or I'll maul you. Pol. Goody, my strength and parts you un

SCENE IV. Midas' House.
dervalue,
For his or your work, I am brisk and handy.

Enter MIDAs and DAMÆTAS.
Daph. A sad cheat'else-
Mysis. What you, you jack-a-dandy?

Mid. Nysa, you say, refus'd the guineas

British,
AIR,

Dam. Ah! please your worship-she is won

drous skittish. Pol. Pray, goody, please to moderate the

Mid. I'll have her, cost what 'twill. Odsrancour of your tongue : (eyes ?

bobs, I'll force her Why flash those sparks of fury from your Dam. A halter Remember, when the judgment's weak, the Mid. As for madam ; I'll divorce her. prejudice is strong :

Some favour'd lout incog our bliss opposes.. A stranger why will you despise ?

Dam, Ay, Pol, the hind, puts out of joint Try me,

Mid. I've heard of that Pol's tricks, of his Prove ere you deny me,

sly tampering, [scampering. If you cast me

To fing poor Pan, but soon I'll send him
Off, you blast me
Never more to rise.

'Sblood, I'll commit him-drive him to the
Where is old Pan?

[gallows ! Pray, goody, &e.

Dam. Tippling, Sir, at th'alehouse.

Mid. Run fetch him-we shall hit on some Mysis. Sirrah, this insolence deserves a

To rout this Pol. drubbing.

[expedient Nysa. With what sweet temper he bears all

Dam. I fy;. [Going : returns.) Sir, your

obedient. her snubbing !

[Exit. Sil. Oons, no more words.-Go, boy, and Mid. What boots my being squire, get your dinner. (Exit Pol.

Justice of peace, and quorum; Fie, why so cross-grain'd to a young beginner ? Churchwarden-knight o'the shire, Nysa. So modest !

And custos rotulorum ; Daph. So genteel !

If saucy little Nysa's heart, rebellious, Sil. (To Mysts.] Not pert, nor lumpish. My squireship slights, and hankers after Mysis. Would he were hang'd!

fellows? Nysa. Daph. La! mother, why so frumpish!

AIR.
QUARTETTO.

Shall a paltry clown, not fit to wipe my shoes, Nysa. Mamma,how can you be so ill-natural Dare my amours to cross ?

To the gentle, handsome swain ? Shall a peasant minx,whenJustice Midas woos, Daph. To a lad so limb’d, so featur'd,

Her nose up at him toss?
Sure 'tis cruel to give pain.

No: I'll kidnap- then possess her:
Sure 'tis cruel, &c.

I'll sell her Pol a slave, get mundungus in Mysis. Girls, for you, my fears perplex me,

exchange : I'm alarmid on your account:

So glut to the height of pleasure,
Sil. Wife, in vain you tease and vex me,

My love and my revenge.
I will rule, depend upon't.

No: l'll kidnap, &c.

[Erit

Ply me,

our noses.

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