That brutish fquire! but wherefore should I fear? In time of danger near him bide; Behold his face, and drop the fword. And harbours fafe in thefe fond arms. Well met, pretty maid; I mean you no mischief, I vow: Come, give me your pail, And I'll carry it up to your cow. Pray let it alone, I've hands of my own, Nor need your's to help me-forbear! I won't, Sir, be kist, Nor teaz'd thus-go trifle elsewhere. In yon lonely grove I faw an alcove, All round the sweet violet springs; And Sal. Sq. And there was a thrush, Hard by in a bush, 'Twould charm you to hear how he fings. But hark! prithee, hark! To hear the foft tale O' th' fweet nightingale Then here we'll fit down: And the little rogue Cupid keep guard. Enter Thomas. Tho. What's this I fee? May I believe my eyes? Sal. Sq. 'Tis well I this way chanc'd my course to steer. Sal, what's the matter? -Thomas! -'Sdeath, who's here? Tho. Learn your phrafe to mend: Sq. Tho. Sal. Do you fheer off, or elfe I'll make you, friend. : You fhall answer to your coft Bully'd-fcandaliz'd-confufion! my fchemes and wishes croft.. All Hark you, mafter, keep your distance; Wou'd you wreft our freedom from us?- X 2 Sq. Sq. Since her paltry inclination, Stoops to fuch a thing as you; Wretched, foolish girl, adieu! [Exit. Sal. Oh, welcome, welcome! How fhall I impart Sal. Let ladies prudifhly deny, Look cold, and give their thoughts the lie; And long to make my lover bleft. The. For this the failor, on the mast, { All dripping wet, wears out the night, Sal. For this the virgin pines and fighs, With throbbing heart and streaming eyes; Both. Ye British youths, be brave; you'll find Protect their beauty from alarms, BY MR HENRY CAREY. DRAMATIS PERSONE. ME N. Chrononhotonihologos, King of Queerumania. Bombardinion, his General. Aldiborontiphofcophornio. Rigdum-Funnidos. Captain of the Guards. Cupid. Signior Scacciatinello. Doctor, Cook, Dumb Mafter of the Ceremonies. T O-night our comic muse the buskin wears, Struts in heroics, and in pompous verse The poetafters of thefe modern days. When the big-bellowing bombaft rends our ears, Serenely dull, elaborately low: Either extreme, when vain pretenders take, The actor fuffers for the author's fake; The quite-tir'd audience lofe whole hours, yet pay, X. 3. With Without a frolic wears a mimic mask; SCENE, An anti-chamber in the palace. Enter Rigdum-Funnidos and Aldiborontiphofcophornio. A1 RIGDUM-FUNNIDOS. LDIBORON TIPHOSCOPHORNIO! Rig. Say! Ifay he fleeps dog-fleep: what a plague would you have me to fay? Ald. O impious thought! O curst infinuation! As if great Chrononhotonthologos, To animals deteftable and vile, Had ought the least fimilitude! Rig. My dear friend, you entirely misapprehend me: I did not call the king dog by craft; I was only going to tell you the foldiers had just received their pay, and are all as drunk as fo many fwabbers. Ald. Give orders inftantly, that no more money Be iffued to the troops; mean time, my friend, Let all the baths be fill'd with feas of coffee, To ftupify their fouls into fobriety. Rig. 1 fancy you had better banish the futlers, and blow the geneva cafks to the devil. Ald |