Sto. Well, Jack, I hope you'll forgive me; for, if I intended you any harm, may tickets fall, and all the horfes I have let to-day be drawn blanks to morrow! J. Sto. Brother, I believe you; for, as I do not apprehend you could have got a shilling by being a rogue, it is poffible you may have been honeft. Love. Come, my dear Chloe, don't let your luck grieve youyou are not the only perfon has been deceiv'd in a lottery. AIR. That the world is a lottery, what man can doubt? [out When born, we are put in; when dead, we're drawn And tho' tickets are bought by the fool and the wise, Yet 'tis plain there are more than ten blanks to a prize. Sing tantararara, fools all, fools all. Stocks. The court has itself a bad lottery's face, Where ten draw a blank before one draws a place; Lovemore. 'Mongft doctors and lawyers fome good ones are found; Stocks. That the ftage is a lottery, by all 'tis agreed, We all are undone unless kindly you, EPILOGUE Spoke my Mifs RAFTOR. LUD! I'm almoft afbam'd to fbew my face! Forc'd to take up at laf-with- —faugh! an old acquaintanse. Yet, fince difcarded once at such short warning, Should I have wit, the piece have none, bat. A threadbare coat might jokes efcape, To turn the penny, once a wit Upon a curious fancy hit : } Hung out a board, on which he boafted, The hungry read, and in they trip With eager eye, and fmacking lip: "Here bring this boil'd and roafted, pray!” All far'd and rofe, the boufe forfook, There was no joking with the belly. Thefe facts laid down, then thus I reafon : Yet ftill will you for jokes fit watching, For prologues are but ghofts of it ; Prologues and ghofts -a paltry trade! So let 'em both at once be laid! Say but the word,give your commands, [Holding up his hands. ACT ACT I. SCENE, MASK's Chamber. Enter MASK in a fhabby Dishabille, as coming from an inner Room. (Clock frikes eleven.) MASK, (as counting the hour.) EIGHT,-nine,-ten,-eleven.-Past eleven by the Temple clock, and no news of Freeman yet-———And that old beldam of a laundrefs.- -I expected to have heard her great rufty key turning in the hole two hours ago.- -To go to Sophy's in this trim is impoffible; and if I break my appointment, I am out of her good graces for ever. [Knocking within.]— [Knocking within.]-Hift-Hark! fomething at the door-[Knocking within. A \fneaking fingle tap!-That can never be Freeman.A dun, ten to one!-Shall I anfwer?-[Knocking.]Again-How fhould they find me out here?-But perhaps it may be a meffage from Freeman.-I'll try. -[Going to the door, and affuming a feign'd voice.] Who's there? Laundrefs (within.) Me, your honour! Mafk. Me! you old hag-[Letting her in.]Where the deuce have you been all morning? Where's your key? Why did not you let yourfelf in Have you called at Nando's ? Laun. Yes, your honour. Mak. Any letters? Laun. Yes, Sir-here's one, they fay, has lain in the bar these three days. [Giving the letter. Mafk. Any meffage ? or has any body been there to inquire for me? Laun. O yes, your honour. A world of folks, to inquire for you.There has been your taylor, and linen-draper, and fhoemaker, and the ftocking man in Broad-court, and the milliner at the Temple-gate, have all been at the coffeehoufe to ask after you. Mafk. What have we here? More plagues? 04 • SIR |