SPOKEN BY MR. FOOTE. OF all the passions that possess mankind, Striking our British breasts with awe and fear, As once the Lilliputians -Gulliver. Not only objects that affect the sight, In foreign arts and artists we delight; Near to that spot where Charles bestrides a horse, In humble prose the place is Charing Cross; Close by the margin of a kennel's side, A dirty dismal entry opens wide, There with hoarse voice, check shirt, and callous hand, Duff's Indian English trader takes his stand, Surveys each passenger with curious eyes, And English goods are smuggled thro' the street, Tho' to be born a Briton be his crime, He's manufactured in another clime. 'Tis Buck begs leave once more to come before The little subject of a former story, ye, How chang'd, how fashion'd, whether brute or beau, EPILOGUE: SPOKEN BY MRS. BELLAMY. AMONG the arts to make a piece go down, And fix the fickle favour of the town, Rejects the dagger, and retains the mask : The piece concluded, and the curtain down, Pray, among friends, does not this poisoning scene If Farce may mimic thus her awful bowl : FROM PARIS. 66 ACT I. Crab discovered reading. AND I do constitute my very good friend, Giles Crab, esq. of St. Martin in the Fields, executor to this my will; and do appoint him guardian to my ward Lucinda; and do submit to his direction, the management of all my affairs, till the return of my son from his travels; whom I do intreat said executor in consideration of our ancient my friendship, to advise, to counsel, &c. &c.— John Buck." A good, pretty legacy! Let's see, I find myself heir, by this generous devise of my very good friend, to ten actions at common law, nine suits in chancery, the conduct of a boy, bred a booby at home, and finish'd a fop abroad; together with the direction of a marriageable, and therefore an unmanageable wench; and all this to an old fellow of sixty-six, who heartily hates business, is tired of the world, and despises every thing in it. Why how the devil came I to merit Enter Servant. Ser. Mr. Latitat, of Staple's Inn. Crab. So, here begin my plagues. Shew the hound in. Enter Latitat with a bag, &c. Lat. I would, Mr. Crab, have attended your summons immediately, but I was obliged to sign |