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take a landed estate near mine, and I'll shew you how to make a fortune by farming, you rogue.

Jack. (to Tanjore.) Yes; I cock'd the knave, but I lost all the Spanish---hang it! I'm half tir’d of gambling, and if I won ten thousand a year, I don't think I could tell how to spend it?

Tanjore. Couldn't you? then take a wife, Jack, and she'll tell you how to spend it---enter into the school of matrimony, Mr. Batchelor of Arts, and there finish your education ---Cecily here has let you an example: havn't you.

Cecilia. I have from two motives: first because Mr. Henry Tanjore has long won my affections, and secondly because he means to give affluence to his namesake. My dear brother, you may now return to India and live in a palace in reality; for a third of my husband's rupees and pagodas are at your disposal.

Jack Ar. Are they? that's fair, very fair.

Einme. (to Tanjore.) And is there none to share your treasures ?---is there no fair one worthy a heart so warm and so benevolent.

Tanjore. (Meking his head.) Hereafter perhaps it may find one like Emmeline's.---Till then, I shall pursue a plan, which had Project follow'd, he had now been happy---that is, not to waste a fortune in diffipation, and try to retrieve it, by false and unjust Speculation.

If we must scheme let us try Projects here.
When they have merit, where's our cause for fear?
If they have not, good humour props our cause;
So make us Nabobs, by your kind applause.

END OF THE COMEDY.

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THE
HE Drama done, proceed we now to say

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Something about, or not about the play ;
Fine subject ours--rare times! when Speculation
Engrosses every subject in the nation;
To help the State - Jews, Gentiles, all are willing,
And for the Omnium, venture their last shilling;
Nay, some subscribe their thousands to the Loan,
Without a single fixpence of their own:

Be that their Speculation-I profess,
To speculate on one thing only-Dress;
Shew me your garments, Gents, and Ladies fair ;
I'll tell you whence you come, and who you are
But sportsman like, to hit the game, I'll try,
Charge, prime; present my glass, and cock my eye.
What a fine Harvest this glad Season yields !
Some Ladies' heads appear like stubble fields;
Who now of threaten'd famine dare complain ?
When every female forehead teems with Gmin;-
See how the wheat-sheaves nod amid the plumes !
Our Barns are now transferr'd to Drawing-rooms;
And husbands who indulge in active lives,
To fill their Granaries, may thrash their wives;
Nor wives alone prolific, notice draw,
Old Maids, and young ones, all are in the straw.-
That damsel wrapt in shawls, who looks so blue,
Is a return from India--things wont do----

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The market's up-she couldn't change her name;
No rich Ram-Rowws, or Wangjang Wappers came;
Bad Speculation, Bet, lo far to roam;
Blaek legs go out, and Jail birds now come home-

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Yon stripling there-all trowsers, and cravat, No body, and no chin-is call'd a Flat; And he beside hits, with a square cut frock, Button'd before, behind a square cut dock; Is, I would bet, nor fear to be a loser, Either a man of fashion, or a bruiser : A man of fashion ! nothing but a quiz I'll fhew you what a man of breeding is : With back to fire, flouch'd hat, and knowing lang He charms his mistress by this sweet harangue; “ Well; pretty, lovely Lucy! how d'ye do? " Come, see my puppy!” “No, Harry, to see you." “ You’re vastly welcome, you shall see my ftud, " And ride my poney," -" Harry, your'e 100 good.“ Zounds! how it freezes! Fly was Sancho's fire56 Miss, can you see?"-"I'd like to see the fire." That's your politeness-that's your flaming lover : The fair

may

chill--but he'll be warm all over.

We're an odd medley, we must all confess-
Strange in our manners, stranger in our dress :
Whim is the word-droll pantomimic age!
With true tip-tops of taste, Grotesque's the Rage!
Beaux in long fleeves, and small cloaths close confin’d,
Belles bunch'd before, and bundled up behind;
The flights of fashion bordering on buffoon,
One looks like Punch, the other Pantaloon :
But hold---my raillery makes some look gruff
So I'll steal off-I think I've said enough,

А

COM E D Y,

IN FIVE ACTS,

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN,

BY FREDERICK REYNOLDS;

AUTHOR OF

SPECULATION-DRAMATIST-RAGE - HOW TO

GROW RICH-NOTORIETY, &c. ·

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR T. N. LONGMAN, PATERNOSTER-ROW,

[PRICE TWO SHILLINGS.}

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