PRINTED FOR W. LOWNDES. Anstey's New Bath Guide, 18mo Cibber's Dramatic Works, 5 vols 12mo English Theatre, 14 vols 12mo Farquhar's Works, 2 vols 12mo Francis's Horace, Lat. & Eng. 4 vols 18mo Hill's Dramatic Works, 2 vols 8vo Jonson's (B.) five Acting, Plays 12mo Milton's Paradise Lost, 12mo and 18mo Milton's Poetical Works, 7 vols 8vo & 4 vols 12mo Moore's Dramatic Works, 12mo Philips's (John) Poems, foolscap 8vo Poetical Elegant Extracts, rayal 8vo, or Epitomized in square 12mo Pomfret's Poems on Several Occasions, 12mo Rowe's (N.) Works, 2 vols 12mo Rowe's Lucan's Pharsalia, 3 vols 18mo Shakspeare's Plays with Notes, 21 vols, 10 vols or 9 vols 8vo and in 9 vols 18mo Smart's Poems, 2 vols foolscap 8vo Steele's Dramatic Works, 12mo Thomson's Seasons, royal, demy or foolscap 8vo Thomson's Works by Murdock, 3 vols 8vo Vanbrugh's Plays, 2 vols 12mo Young's Works, 3 vols 8vo AUTHOR; A COMEDY, IN TWO ACTS, AS IT IS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL IN DRURY-LANE. WRITTEN BY SAMUEL FOOTE, Esq. LONDON: PRINTED FOR W. LOWNDES, 38, BEDFORD STREET. م WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY MR. FOOTE. SEVERE their task, who in this critic age, Thofe, who adorn the orb of higher life, Since fops will frown, where humble traders smile? And quench his thirst for univerfal fame, Once on a time, a fon and fire we're told, The stripling tender, and the father old, To ease their limbs, and hawk about their ware: They fear'd, if both fhould mount, his back wou'd break : Up gets the boy; the father leads the afs, And through the gazing crowd attempts to pass; Forth from the throng, the grey-beards hobble out, And hail the cavalcade with feeble fhout. "This the respect to reverend age you fhew? "And this the duty you to parents owe? "He beats the hoof, and you are fet astride; "Sirrah? get down, and let your father ride." As Grecian lads were feldom void of grace, The decent, duteous youth, refign'd his place. Then a fresh murmur through the rabble ran; Boys, girls, wives, widows, all attack the man. "Sure never was brute beast so void of nature ! "Have you no pity for the pretty creature? "To your own baby can you be unkind? "Here-Suke, Bill, Betty-put the child behind." Old Dapple next, the clowns compaffion claim'd; "'Tis wonderment, them boobies ben't afham'd. "Two at a time upon a poor dumb beast! "They might as well have carried he at leaft." The pair, still pliant to the partial voice, Difmount and bear the afs-then what a noife! Huzzas-loud laughs, low gibe, and bitter joke, From the yet filent fire, these words provoke. "Proceed, my boy, nor heed their farther call, "Vain his attempt, who strives to please them all!” |