A turn for ridicule, by candour ruled, Peace, idle Muse! no more thy strain prolong, PROLOGUE WRITTEN BY MR. GARRICK A School for Scandal! tell me, I beseech you, [Sips. Last night Lord L. [Sips] was caught with Lady D. [Sips. If Mrs B. will still continue flirting, We hope she'll DRAW, or we'll UNDRAW the curtain. But, by ourselves [Sips], our praise we can't refuse it. Wormwood is bitter"- -"Oh! that's me! the villain! Let that vile paper come within my door." Alas! the devil's sooner raised than laid. So strong, so swift, the monster there's no gagging: Till every drop of blood-that's ink-is spilt for you. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL DRAMATIS PERSONE AS ORIGINALLY ACTED AT DRURY-LANE THEATRE IN 1777 SCENE I.-LADY SNEERWELL'S Dressing-room. LADY SNEERWELL discovered at her toilet; SNAKE Lady Sneerwell TH HE paragraphs, you say, Mr Snake, were all inserted? SNAKE. They were, madam; and, as I copied them myself in a feigned hand, there can be no suspicion whence they came. LADY SNEER. Did you circulate the report of Lady Brittle's intrigue with Captain Boastall? SNAKE. That's in as fine a train as your ladyship could wish. In the common course of things, I think it must reach Mrs Clackitt's ears within four-and-twenty hours; and then, you know, the business is as good as done. LADY SNEER. Why, truly, Mrs Clackitt has a very pretty talent, and a great deal of industry. SNAKE. True, madam, and has been tolerably successful in her day. To my knowledge, she has been the cause of six matches being broken off, and three sons being disinherited; of four forced elopements, and as many close confinements; nine separate maintenances, and two divorces. Nay, I have more than once traced her causing a tête-à-tête in the “ Town and County Magazine," when the parties, perhaps, had never seen each other's face before in the course of their lives. LADY SNEER. She certainly has talents, but her manner is gross. SNAKE. 'Tis very true. She generally designs well, has a free tongue and a bold invention; but her colouring is too dark, and her outlines often extravagant. She wants that delicacy of tint, and mellowness of sneer, which distinguish your ladyship's scandal. LADY SNEER. You are partial, Snake. SNAKE. Not in the least; everybody allows that Lady Sneerwell can do more with a word or look than many can with the most laboured detail, even when they happen to have a little truth on their side to support it. LADY SNEER. Yes, my dear Snake; and I am no hypocrite to deny the satisfaction I reap from the success of my efforts. Wounded myself, in the early part of my life, by the envenomed tongue of slander, I confess I have since known no pleasure equal to the reducing others to the level of my own reputation. SNAKE. Nothing can be more natural. But, Lady Sneerwell, there is one affair in which you have lately employed me, wherein, I confess, I am at a loss to guess your motives. LADY SNEER. I conceive you mean with respect to my neighbour, Sir Peter Teazle, and his family? SNAKE. I do. Here are two young men, to whom Sir Peter has acted as a kind of guardian since their father's death; the eldest possessing the most amiable character, and universally well spoken of-the youngest, the most dissipated and extravagant young fellow in the kingdom, without |