A COLLECTION. OF THE MOST ESTEEMED FA ARC E S AN D ENTERTAINMENTS PERFORMED ON THE BRITISH STAGE. VOLUME THE SECOND. EDINBURGH: Printed for C. ELLIOT, PARLIAMENT-SQUARE- M,DCC,LXXXIII. CONTENTS OF THE SECOND VOLUME. PAGE I. THE MAYOR OF GARRAT. By Samuel Foote, VI. THE LYAR. By Samuel Foote, Esq. VII. THE CUNNING MAN. A Mufical Entertain- VIII. THE OLD MAID. By Mr Murphy. XIV. MIDAS. A Burletta. By Kane Ohara, Efq. 344 rafcal? Is that all your manners? Has his majefty dubb'd me a Knight for you to make me a Mifter? Are the candidates near upon coming? Rog. Nic Goofe the taylor from Putney, they fay will be here in a crack, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Has Margery fetch'd in the linen? Rog. Yes, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Are the pigs and the poultry lock'd up in the barn? Rog. Safe, Sir Jacob. Sir Fac. And the plate and fpoons in the pantry? Rog. Yes, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Then give me the key: the mob will foon be upon us; and all is fifh that comes to their net. Has Ralph laid the cloth in the hall? Rog. Yes, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Then let him bring out the turkey and chine, and be fure there is plenty of muftard; and, d'ye hear, Roger, do you ftand yourfelf at the gate, and be careful who you let in. Rog. I will, Sir Jacob. [Exit Rog. Sir Jac. So, now I believe things are pretty fecure : But I can't think what makes my daughters fo late ere they[Knocking at the gate. Who is that, Roger? Rog. (without) Mafter Lint, the pottercarrier, Sir Jacob. Sir Fac. Let him in. What the deuce can he want? Enter Lint. Sir Jac. Well, Mafter Lint, your will? Lins. Why, I come, Sir Jacob, partly to inquire after your health, and partly, as I may fay, to fettle the bufiness of the day. Sir Jac. What bufinefs? Lint. Your worship knoweth, this being the day of election, the rabble may be riotous; in which case, maims, bruifes, contufions, dislocations, fractures fimple and compound, may likely enfue: now your worship need not be told, that I am not only a pharmacopolift, or vender of drugs, but likewife chirurgeon, or healer of wounds. |