Dick. Parents have flinty hearts, no tears | A paltry, scribbling fool-to leave me outcan move 'em: children must be wretched. Win. Get off the ground, you villain; get off the ground. He'll say, perhaps he thought I could not spout. Dick. "Tis a pity there are no scene-drawers to lift me. Win. 'Tis mighty well, young man-zookers! I made my own fortune; and I'll take a boy out of the Blue-coat Hospital, and give him all I have.-Look ye here, friend Gargle. You know I'm not a hard-hearted man-the scoundrel, you know, has robbed me; so, d'ye see, I won't hang him,-I'll only transport the fellow-and so, Mr. Catchpole, you may take him to Newgate. Gar. Well, but, dear Sir, you know I always intended to marry my daughter into your family; and if you let the young man be ruined, my money must all go into another channel. Malice and envy to the last degree! 9 pit!-have pity-see how I'm dismay'd! show, I could have shown him, had he been inclin'd, A spouting junto of the female kind. Win. How's that?-into another channel! There dwells a milliner in yonder row, must not lose the handling of his money-Well dress'd, full voic'd, and nobly built for Why, I told you, friend Gargle, I'm not a hard-hearted man. Ha! ha-why, if the blockhead would but get as many crabbed physical words from Hippocrites and Allen, as he has from his nonsensical trumpery,-ha! ha!-I don't know, between you and I, but he might pass for a very good physician. Dick. And must I leave thee, Juliet? Char. Nay, but pr'ythee now have done with your speeches-you see we are brought to the last distress, and so you had better make it up. [Apart to Dick. Dick. Why, for your sake, my dear, I don't care if I do. Apart.]—Sir, you shall find for the future, that we'll both endeavour to give you all the satisfaction in our power. Win. Very well, that's right. Dick. And since we don't go on the stage, 'tis some comfort that the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Some play the upper, some the under, parts, And most assume what's foreign to their hearts; Thus life is but a tragic-comic jest, And all is farce and mummery at best. EPILOGUE. [Exeunt. ORIGINALLY SPOKEN BY MRS. CLIVE. Enters, reading a Play-Bill. A VERY pretty bill, as I'm alive! [Sarah ; She has a daughter too that deals in lace, In short, there's girls enough for all the fel- Oh! little do those silly people know IT has been observed, that Rowe seldom moves either pity or terror, but often elevates the sentiments; he seldom pierces the breast, but always delights the ear, and often improves the understanding. This excellent tragedy is always acted with great applause, and will, in one instance at least, prove the author's power to excite a powerful effect: consisting chiefly of domnestic scenes and private distress, the play before us is an affecting appeal to pity, especially in the parting of Alicía and Hastings, the interview between Jane Shore and Alicia, and in the catastrophe. In the plot Rowe has nearly followed the history of this misguided and unhappy fair one, and has produced an impressive moral lesson. Young Edward and the little York, are lodg'd Does not this business wear a lucky face? Sir R. Then take 'em to you, And therefore on your sov'reignty and rule K Cates. And yet to morrow does the council meet, To fix a day for Edward's coronation. Glos. That can I. [friends, Those lords are each one my approv'd good Of special trust and nearness to my bosom; And, howsoever busy they may seem, And diligent to bustle in the state, Their zeal goes on no further than we lead, And at our bidding stays. Cates. Yet there is one, And he amongst the foremost in his power, Glos. I guess the man at whom your words would point; Hastings Cates. The same. I know he bears a most religious reverence Is govern'd by a dainty-finger'd girl; Sir R. The fair Alicia, Of noble birth and exquisite of feature, Glos. No more, he comes. Enter LORD HASTINGS. Lord H. Health, and the happiness of many Attend upon your grace. [days, Glos. My good lord chamberlain, Iship. We're much beholden to your gentle friendLord H. My lord, I come an humble suitor to you. Glos. In right good time. Speak out your pleasure freely. Lord H. I am to move your highness in beOf Shore's unhappy wife. [half Glos. Say you, of Shore? The first and fairest of our English dames, heard; And though some counsellors of forward zeal, And bearded wisdom, often have provok'd With open-handed bounty shall repay you: Go hand in hand with yours: our common foes, The queen's relations, our new-fangled gentry, Have fall'n their haughty crests-that for your privacy. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-An Apartment in JANE SHORE'S House. Enter BELMOUR and DUMONT. Bel. How she has liv'd you have heard my tale already; The rest your own attendance in her family, Where I have found the means this day to place you, And nearer observation, best will tell you. See with what sad and sober cheer she comes. How few, like thee, inquire the wretched out, And court the offices of soft humanity. Like thee, reserve their raiment for the naked, Reach out their bread to feed the crying orphan, [weep. Or mix their pitying tears with those that Thy praise deserves a better tongue than mine, To speak and bliss thy name. Is this the gentleman, Whose friendly service you commended to me? Bel. Madam, it is. Jane S. A venerable aspect! [Aside. Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, And worthily becomes his silver locks; He wears the marks of many years well spent, Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience; A friend like this would suit my sorrows well. Fortune, I fear me, Sir, has meant you ill, [TO DUMONT. Who pays your merit with that scanty pittance, Which my poor hand and humble roof can But to supply those golden vantages, [give. Which elsewhere you might find, expect to meet A just regard and value for your worth, The welcome of a friend, and the free partnership Of all that little good the world allows me. Dam. You over-rate me much; and all my answer Must be my future truth; let that speak for me, And make up my deserving. Jane S. Are you of England? Dum. No, gracious lady, Flanders claims my birth; At Antwerp has my constant biding been, Where sometimes I have known more plenteous days Than these which now my failing age affords. Jane S. Alas! at Antwerp! O, forgive my tears! [Weeping. They fall for my offences and must fall Long, long, ere they shall wash my stains away. You knew perhaps O, grief! O, shame! my husband. Dum. I knew him well; but stay this flood of anguish. [rows: The senseless grave feels not your pious sorThree years and more are past, since I was bid, With many of our common friends, to wait wonder, The goodly pride of all our English youth; Nor could his greatness, and his gracious form, Jane S. Name him no more: His fatal love has left me. Thou wilt see me, To wound my heart with thy forboding sor- And sooth his savage temper with thy beauty; please; The scene of beauty and delight is chang'd; your cause? Alic. Does Hastings undertake to plead | Ruin ensues, reproach and endless shame, [eyes: But yours shall charm him long. Too many giddy, foolish, hours are gone, Nor taste the bliss of your celestial fellowship! art true; Alic. My all is thine; One common hazard shall attend us both, The gentle, deeds of mercy thou hast done, Even man, the merciless insulter, man, do for me, What yet he never did for wretches like me? And such the curse entail'd upon our kind, While woman,-sense and nature's easy fool, If, strongly charm'd, she leave the thorny way, ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE 1.-An Apartment in JANE SHORE'S Enter ALICIA, speaking to JANE Shore us Alic. No further, gentle friend; good angels guard you, And spread their gracious wings about your [now Thou hast destroy'd my peace. What noise is that? [Knocking without. What visitor is this, who, with bold freedom, Enter a SERVANT. Serv. One from the court, Lord Hastings (as I think) demands my lady. Lord H. Dismiss my train, and wait alone Alicia here! Unfortunate encounter! Alic. When humbly, thus, And cheers the melancholy house of care. Lord H. "Tis true, I would not over-rate a courtesy, Nor let the coldness of delay hang on it, And means to show her grace. Lord H. Yes, lady, yours; none has a right To tax my power than you. Alic. I want the words But my heart guesses at the friendly meaning, But I would see your friend. I would be mistress of my heaving heart, |