Sir Peter T. Ay, honest Rowley always said you would reform. Charles S. Why, as to reforming, Sir 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! can I leave the virtuous path those eyes illumine? Though thou, dear maid, shouldst waive thy beauty's sway, An humble fugitive from Folly, view [To the audience. You can, indeed, each anxious fear remove, U EPILOGUE BY MR. COLMAN Spoken by Lady TEAZLE I, who was late so volatile and gay, Like a trade wind must now blow all one way The melancholy ticking of a clock; In a lone rustic hall for ever pounded, With dogs, cats, rats, and squalling brats surrounded? With humble curate can I now retire, (While good Sir Peter boozes with the squire), And at backgammon mortify my soul, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious town! And Lady Teazle's occupation's o'er! All this I told our bard; he smiled, and said 'twas clear |