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IN FIVE ACTS,
AS IT IS
PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL,
THE FOURTH EDITION.
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME,
PATER - NOSTER ROW.
WRITTEN BY JOHN TAYLOR, ESQ.
SPOKEN BY MR. R. PALMER.
No new offender ventures here to-night:
Let us the objects he attack'd review Unhurt they all their wonted course pursue. « * BARDS still to Bards, as waves to waves succeed, “And most we find are of the Vapidt breed; “ A truth, perchance, 'tis needless to declare. “For ah! to-night, a luckless proof may glare.” Still LAWYERS strain their throats with venal fury, Brow-beat an evidence, or blind a jury. Still the High GAMESTER and obedient mate Veil deep-laid schemes in hospitable state;
* The lines mark'd thus “ were not spoken. + Vide “THE DRAMATIST."
PAARO, though routed, still may Justice dare,
As some may wonder why our Author's found Poaching for prey on this unusual groundWhy thus his old and fav'rite haunt forsake, Familiar to each secret dell and brake The simple truth at once we fairly own His subtlest toils were in that covert known; The bushes he had beaten o'er and o'er For some new quarry, but could start no more : Hence he resolv'd a vain pursuit to yield, And abler sportsmen left to range the field. Besides, so many lenient trials past, Well might he fear to suffer there at last. At length to this dread Court he trusts his fate, Where mighty Critics sit in solemn state : But, sure that Candour will assert her claim, He scorns to sculk beneath a borrow'd name : And since no bad intention sway'd his mind, Whate'er the deed, it must indulgence find; Nor should a rigid sentence drive him hence, For here, at least, it is his first offence.