Coup.

The beau with new fafhions, and fop with grimace,

Who lives only by rule;

And he that boafts pedigree, title, and place,

Are but boarders at school:

For the lord apes the footman, the footman his Grace, In this pantomime age;

Fawning and fneaking, promifes breaking,

O rare work for the stage!

Jenny.

Since we have gone through all our Boarding School laws, And thus ftudy to please;

We hope to obtain your impartial applause,

And now wait for your praise :

To you we fubmit our theatrical cause,

In this critical age:

Pit and box clapping, galleries rapping ;
O rare work for the ftage!

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FOR ever thine, my dear Flametta !

Fla. Thanks, my dearest.

But am not I a fool to love you thus,

When you've been absent these two tedious days?
Oh, Trapolin how much reproach do you deferve?
Trap. Pretty rogue, how the fires my heart? now
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could I cry like any roafted lobster- -What would old Lord Barbarino give for fuch a kind word from her ?But young and poor as he is, fhe's yet most constant and truly virtuous-Not that I care much for virtue neither. Alas! my dear, I have of late been much oppreft with business: my honour, my love, my honour was at ftake, for procuring convenients for no less than five minifters of ftate: it has been dead trading of late, but tis a comfort to fee times mend now we are upon our matrimony.

Flam. Let me conjure you, leave thefe vicious courfes; you must indeed, or we must never marry :- -but you will be my convert, and reform; will you not, Trapolin ?

Trap. All in good time, love; all in good time: it becomes me to fee my betters go before me. When I do mend, I fhall certainly do it to fome purpofe, I am fo long about it-Mean time, d'ye fee, I give thee leave to be honest, and that I think is pretty fair. Who's here? my rival! [Dallies with her.

Enter Barbarino and Officers.

Barb. Here is the villain with his handfome wench, and, what afflicts me more, an honeft one.-I have these many weeks attempted her, but neither threats nor prefents can prevail. Ha! that kifs darts through my foulTwould bribe a Cardinal!Well, on pretence of his enormities, I have procured this order from the Duke for his immediate banishment; and when he's once remov'd, I may fucceed.

Trap. (Killing her.) Again, my dear-my pretty little fweet-lipsMy good Lord Barbarino, your honour's bumble fervant- -For this free promife. love, I ne'er enough can thank thee Your Lordship's to command -No fortune fhall divide or change our wills"Your Honour's flaveWhat's wealth or power where hearts confent like ours?- -Your Lordship's vaffal -When thou doft figh, thy Trapolin fhall weep -Your Honour always fhall command me-And

when thou fing t

Flam. We are obferv'd;

Learn to be honeft, and I am thine for ever.

[Exit.

Trap. Your Lordship faw how I was employed. The

poor

poor wretch has taken a fort of liking to me, and your Lordship knows I am a perfon of a liberal education; that I bear not a breast of flint, nor was I nurs'd with the milk of Hircanian bulls; but if your Lordship has any thing to command, lo, here I stand, I'll fido Trapolino, your honour's humble fervant in all things poffible and impoffible.

Barb. You are a faucy, peremptory villain! and have too long efcap'd the stroke of justice; but here's a warrant from the Duke, to drive you forth from out our 'city gates; and when you're seen again in Tuscany, that minute forfeits your abandon'd life. Thus hath the Duke decreed.

Trap. At whofe request, pray?

Barb. At mine.

Trap. Really! troth I am glad to find your Honour hath fo much intereft with his highness; therefore make choice of your honour to folicit my repeal.

Barb. Audacious flave!

Trap. His Highnefs knows travelling is chargeable; and, befides, my ftomach is of no ordinary dimensions. Barb. Away with him if he difpute your orders, call for the parish-whips to your affiftance; take him away.. Trap. My Lord! my Lord!-such a primrose in a corner for your Lordship! never blown upon, my Lord! Barb. Force him along.

Trap. Flametta, my Lord; what fays your Lordship to Flametta? there, there are eyes my Lord! fuch eyes! and fuch bubbies!Qh la!

(Is forced off, and all exeunt.

Enter Duke, Alberto, Guards, and Brunetto. Lav. I am not us'd to hearken after praife, or thanks for benefits by me conferr'd; then to the point, Sir.

This Lord, the watchful Argus of my honour, has charg'd you with a crime that ftains the worth you fhew'd in battle, and makes valour blush.

Bru. He's prejudic'd; I kill'd his fon in fight, in fervice of my Prince, as he of you.

Lav. Well, pals that conteft, Sir, and mark the rest. I have a fifter, dear to me as fame, whom your prefumptuous pride afpires to; what fay you, Sir, to that? Confefs your crime, keen torture shall reyenge; or fmother it, and torture fhall extort it.

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