berty of a woman of quality, as you please; and, for the future, fall in love when you please, with either man or monster.

L. Flim. To fhow your lordship that I will not be behind hand with you in nobleness of sentiment, I most fincerely grant you a free access to the languishing Moretta whenever you please; and intreat you, for the future, that you will have as little regard for me as you have for the business of the nation.

Flim. Let us feal and ratify the treaty in each other's arms--- My dearest lady.

L. Flim. My beloved lord.
Bol. I am aftonished!-

(They embrace. from this moment I difown you all! -I'll out to fea as fast as I can: Should thefe politeneffes reach us, woe be to poor Lilliput! When they do, I'll let the sea into my great cabin, and fink to the bottom with the honour, virtue, and liberty of my country.. (Exit Bol. Frip. A queer dog my brother is, that's positiveBut come let me once again join your hands upon this your fecond happier union.

Let love be banish'd-We of rank and fashion
Should ne'er in marriage mix one grain of paffion.

Lady Flimnap.

To care and broils we now may bid defiance;
Give me my will, and I am all compliance.

Lord Flimnap.

(Curtefies

Let low-bred minds be curb'd by laws and rules,
Our higher fpirit leaps the bounds of fools;
No law or custom fhall to us fay nay;
We fcorn reftriction-Vivè la liberté.

ΕΡΙ

By a FRIEND.

Spoken by Lady FLIMNA P.

W Bid to a bolder height your paffions rife?

TELL now! could you, who are of larger size,

Was it not great?-A lady of my span

To undertake this monftrous mountain-man?

The prudes, I know, will cenfure, and cry, Fie on't!
Prepoft'rous fure !- A pigmy love a giant?
Yet foft- -no difproportion love can know;
It finds us equal, or it makes us fo-

And to the fex, though pow'r nor ftrength belong,
We yet have beauty to fubdue the strong.
But what ftrange notions govern vulgar life!
The brute has qualms about an abfent wife.
Were he at home, his dear might cut and carve;
But, if he can't partake, muft others ftarve?
A theft like this he can't a robb'ry call :
"Let her not know it, she's not robb'd at all.”
Well, if fo cold thefe English heroes prove,
Such fqueamish creatures ne'er will gain my love.
Huge ftupid things! not worth the pains to win 'em ;
Thefe giant bodies have no fpirit in 'em :
Mere dunghill fowl! unwieldy, dull, and tame ;:
The fprightly Bantams are the trueft game.

In war, perhaps, thefe lubbers may have merit ; :
But, to please us, they must have fire and spirit:
For, let the giants fay whate'er they can,
"Tis fpirit! fpirit! ladies, makes the man.

SCENE, the View of a Village, with a Bridge: on one Side, near the Front, a Cottage; on the other, at the Foot of the Bridge, an Ale-houfe. When the Curtain rifes, two Light-horfe Men, fuppofed to be on their Mareh, are difcovered fitting at the Ale-houfe Door, with their Arms against the Wall; their Horfes at fome Diftance. The Serjeant then paffes with his Party

ever the Bridge, Drums and Fife's playing; and af terwards the Countryman, his Wife, and his Mother, come out from the Cottage.

QUARTETTO.

Serj. ALL gallant lads, who know no fears,

To the drum-head repair :

To ferve the king for volunteers,
Speak you, my boys, that dare.
Come, who'll be a grenadier?
The lifting money down,
Is three guineas and a crown,
To be spent in punch or beer.
Coun. Adds flesh, I'll go with him.
Moth. Oh, no!

Wife. Dear Joe.

Coun. Adds flesh, I'll go with him..
A. 2. Oh, no!

Coun. Adds flesh, but I will:

So hold your tongues ftill..
Nor mother, nor wife,,

Thof they ftrive for their life,
Shall baulk't, an' my fancy be fo..

Serj. Come beat away a royal march.
Rub, rub, rub a-dub ;

Rub, rub, rub a-dub :

Of no poltroons I come in fearch,

Who cowardly fneak

When the tongues of war fpeak:

But of noble fouls, who death dare stand

Against the foes of old England.

Coun. I'll be a foldier, so that's flat.

A. 2. You won't, you won't.

Coun. I'll be dead an' I don't;

What wou'd the teazing toads be at ?

Moth. You graceless rogue,

Is your heart a ftone?

Wife. I'm flesh of your flesh

And bone of your bone.. Coun. Zounds, let me alone.

Serj

Serj. Drums ftrike up a flourish, and follow me now
All honeft hearts and clever;

Free quarters and beer at the fign of the Plow:
Huzza! King George for ever.

SCENE II.

The Serjeant, the Countryman, the Mother, the Wife ; Some of the Party go into the Ale-houfe with the Lighthorfe Men.

Coun. Hip, Meafter Serjeant.
Wife. Go, yourself deftroy.
Serj. What fays my cock?
Coun. Mayhop I wants employ.

A lad about my foize, though, wou'd na' do.

Serj. Ay, for a colonel.

Coun. And a coptain too!

Serj. For both, or either.

Coun. But, I doubts, d'ye fee,

Such pleaces are na' for the loikes o' me.

Serj. Lift for a soldier first, ne'er fear the reft:

This guinea

Moth. Joe, his curfed gould deteft.

-Art not asham'd, an honeft mon to 'tice?

The king fhou'd knaw it.

Coun. Who wants yowr advice?

AIR.

Moth. Out upon thee, wicked locuft,

Worfe in country nor a plague;
Men by thee are hocuft, pocust,
Into danger and fatigue.
And the juftices outbear thee

In thy tricks; but I don't fear thee,
No, nor those that with thee league.
My fon has enough at home,

He needs not for bread to roam ;
Already his pay

Is twelve-pence a day,

His honeft labour's fruits;

Then