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SUNDAY. A FRAGMENT.
Hervenis, harping on the hackney'd text,
The frankness which each latent charm disrobes; The melting passions, and the sweet severe, The easy amble, the majestic air ; The tap’ring waste, the silver-mantled arms, All is one vast variety of charms. Say, who but sages stretch'd beyond their span, Italian singers, or an unman'd man, Can see elysium spread upon their brow, And to a drowsy curate's sermon bow ?
If (but 'tis seldom) no fair female face
Acted at Marylebone Gardens, 1770, with additional Songs.
Act I. Scene I.
* Among the MSS. of Chatterton in the British Museum, there is the first outline of this Burletta under the title of Amphitryon, the dramatis personæ of which are as follows:- Celestials, Jupiter, Mercury, Juno, Nox. — Mortals, Amphitryon, Sosia, Phocyon, Dorus, Alcmena, Phrygia. It differs in many instances from the printer's text, Chatterton is said to have received five guineas for The Revenge from the Proprietor of Marylebone Gardens, when it was performed in July, 1770, nearly a year after his death. In Southey's Edition of his poems, the MS. is said to have been lost at the printing-office, but the present Editor has a disti reco
having observed a notice of its sale some six or seven years since, for the sum of ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS. Poor Chatterton!
When the busy heart is beating,
Recitative. But see-my Fury comes ; by Styx I tremble : I'll creep aside—'tis folly to dissemble.
In spite of his thunder,
I make him knock under,
Of a governing wife,
Let her do what she will,
The husband is still, And but for his horns you would think him an ass.
How happy the spouse
In his dignified brows; How worthy with heroes and monarchs to class :
Both above and below,
Experience will shew, But take off the horns, and each hushand's an ass.