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“And you, ye knockers, that with brazen throat 66 The welcome visitor's approach denote, 66 Farewell !--all Quality of high renown, « Pride, Pomp, and circumstance of glorious Town, 66. Farewell!- your revels I partake no more, “ And Lady Teazle's occupation's o'er." All this I told our Bard; he smil'd, and said
'twas clear I ought to play deep Tragedy next year. Meanwhile he drew wise Morals from his Play, And in these solemn periods stalk'd away. “ Bleft were the fair, like you her faults who stopt, 66 And clos'd her follies when the curtain dropt ! * No more in vice or error to engage, “ Or play the Fool at large on Life's great Stage!".
On the opening of the THEATRE ROYAL in the HAY,
MARKET, May 15, 1777.
Spoken by Mr. PALMER.
RIDE, by a thousand arts, vain honours claims,
And gives to empty nothings pompous names. Theatrick Dealers thus would fain seem great, And every Playhouse grows a mighty State: To fancied heights howe'er mock monarchs foar, A Manager's a l'radernothing more. You (whom they court) their customers--and then We players--poor devils ! --are the journeymen.
While Two Great Warehouses, for Winter use, Eight months huge Bales of Merchandise produce, Out with the Swallow comes our Summer Bayes, To fhew his Taffata and Lutestring plays; A choice assortment of flight goods prepares, The smallest Haberdasher of Small Wares.
In Laputa we're told a grave Projector,
Once form’d a plan—and 'twas a deep one, firs!
A playhouse Quidnunc and no Quidnuncs wiser
Dearee, says Mrs. Inkle, let us go To the Hay-market to-night and see the Show! Plha, woman, -cries old Inkle, you're a fool : We'll walk to Hornsey, and enjoy the cool. So faid, to finish the domestick strife, Forth waddle the fat spouse and fatter wife: And as they tug up Highgate-Hill together, He cries" delightful walking-charming weather !”
Now, with the napkin underneath the chin, Unbutton'd Cits their Turtle feast begin, And plunge full knuckle-deep thro' thick and thin; Throw down fish, flesh, fowl, pastry, custard, jelly, And make a Salmagundy of their belly.
“ More Chian-Pepper !-Punch, another rummer! “ So cool and pleasant-eating in the Summer !”.
To antient Geographers it was not known Mortals could live beneath the Torrid Zone: But we, tho' toiling underneath the Line, , Must make our Hay, now wbile the weather's fine. Your good Old Hay-maker, long here employ'd, The sunshine of your smiles who still enjoy'd, The fields which long he mow'd will not forsake, Nor quite forego the Scythe, the Fork, and Rake, But take the field, ev'n in the hottest day, And kindly help us to get in our hay.
PROLOGUE TO THE SPANISH BARBER.
Spoken by Mr. Parsons in the Chara&ter of Paul PRIG,
in Mr. Foote's Comedy of The COZENERS.
NC E more from Ludgate-Hill behold Paul Prig!