Mrs. Q. O, bravo, Colonel! Music is my flame. Mrs. Q. No, not Handel's. And nasty plays Ld. Min. Are fit for Goths and Vandals. [Rise from the Table, and pay From the Piquette Table. Sir Pat. Well, faith and troth! that Shakspeare was no fool! Col. T. I'm glad you like him, sir !-So ends the pool! [Pay, and rise from the Table. SONG by the COLONEL. I hate all their nonsense, Their Shakspeares and Jonsons, Their plays, and their playhouse, and bards: 'Tis singing, not saying; A fig for all playing, I love to see Jonas, Am pleas'd too with Comus; So clever, so neat in Their tricks, and their cheating! Like them we would fain deal our cards! Sir Pat. King Lare is touching!-And how fine to see Ld. Min. What, when he choaks his wife! Sir Pat. King Richard calls his horse-and then Mac- Whene'er he murders-takes away the breath. To see the dagger that's invisible. [All laugh. Ld. Min. Is pretty. Sir Pat. Col. T. Sir Pat. And when there's wit in't- I love the playhouse now-so light and gay, Col. T. Put out the lights, and then Ld. Min. 'Tis so much lighter. Sir Pat. Pray do you mean, sirs, more than you express? Ld. Min. Either more or less. Sir Pat, Me !-I seldom blush : [TO SIR PAT. For little Shakspeare, faith! I'd take a push. Ld. Min. News, news!-here comes Miss Crotchet from the play. Enter MISS CROTCHET. Mrs. Qu. Well, Crotchet, what's the news? Miss Cro. We've lost the day. Col. T. Tell us, dear miss, all you have heard and seen. Miss Cro. I'm tir'd-a chair-here, take my capuchin. Ld. Min. And isn't it damn'd, miss? Miss Cro. No, my lord, not quite. Miss Cro. To-morrow night? Col. T. There is a party of us, all of fashion, Resolv'd to exterminate this vulgar passion : A little mischief only makes one bear it. And their horse-laughs, so hideously distress- Whene'er we hiss'd, they frown'd, and fell a swearing, Like their own Guildhall giants-fierce and staring! What said the folks of fashion; were they cross? Ld. Min. The rest have no more judgment than my horse. Miss Cro. Lord Grimly said 'twas execrable stuff. Says one- -Why so, my lord ?-My lord took In the first act Lord George began to doze, Ld. Min. We have among us, miss, some foolish folks. Miss Cro. Says poor Lord Simper-Well, now to my mind, The piece is good;-but he's both deaf and Sir Pat. Upon my soul, a very pretty story! There was some merit in the piece, no doubt Col. T. A lord, an aunt, two sisters, and a merchant- Such is the play-your judgment-never sham itOh, damn it! Mrs. Qu. Damn it! 1st Lady. Damn it! Miss Cro. Damn it! Ld. Min. Damn it! Sir Pat. Col. T. Well, faith, you speak your minds, and I'll be free Good night! this company's too good for me. [Going. Your judgment, dear Sir Patrick, makes us proud. [All laugh. Sir Pat. Laugh if you please, but pray don't laugh Col. T. too loud. RECITATIVE. [Exit. Now the barbarian's gone, miss, tune your tongue; And let us raise our spirits high with song. RECITATIVE. Miss Cro. Colonel, de tout mon cœur-I've one in petto, Which you shall join, and make it a duetto. RECITATIVE. Ld. Min. Bella Signora, et amico mio, I too will join, and then we'll make a trio. Col. T. Come all and join the full mouth'd chorus ; All the Company rise, and advance to the front of the Stage. Tweedle-dum, and tweedle-dee ! Col. T. Ld. Min. and Miss Cro. Live for ever! CHORUS. Would you ever go to see, &c. Printed and Published by T. DOLBY, Britannia Press, 17, Catherine-Street, Strand, London. |