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Mar. Lauk! what a monstrous tail our cat has got! Maux. Nay, if you brave me, then you go to pot. Come, bodkin, come! take Mauxalinda's part,

And ftab her hated rival to the heart.

(Goes to kill Margery, fhe fwoons.

Enter Moore, and takes away the bodkin.

Moore. Why, what the devil is the woman doing! Maux. To put an end to all your worship's wooing. Moore. 'Tis well I came before the whim went fur

ther;

Had I ftaid longer, here had fure been murther.

This curfed jade has thrown the girl in fits.
How do'ft, my dear?

[Margery recovers.

Mar. -Frighted out of my wits.

Moore. But fear her not; for by her own confeffion I'll bind her over to the quarter-feffion.

A I R.

Maux. O give me not up to the law,

I'd much rather beg upon crutches;,
Once in a folicitor's paw,

"You never get out of his clutches.'

Mar. Come, come, forgive her!

Moore. -Here my anger ends..

Maux. And fo does mine.

Moore. Why, then, let's bufs and friends.

TRIO.

Maux. Oh! how easy is a woman,

(Kifs round

How deluding are you men !
Oh! how rare, to find a true man,
Not fo oft as one in ten !

Moore. Oh how charming is a woman,

Form'd to captivate us men
Yet fo eager to fubdue man,

For each one the covets ten!

Mar. Let's reward them as they treat us,
Women prove fincere as men ;

But if they deceive and cheat us,

Let us e'en cheat them again.

Omnes. Let's reward them as they treat us,

&c.

Enter

Enter Gubbins.

Gub. Now, now, or never, fave us valiant Moore ! The Dragon's coming, don't you hear him roar? Moore. Why let him roar his heart out, 'tis no matter: Stand clear, my friends, this is no time to chatter. Gub. Here, take your fpear.

Moore. I fcorn fword, fpear, or dart;
I'm arm'd completely in a valiant heart.

But first I'll drink, to make me ftrong and mighty,
Six quarts of ale, and one of aqua vitæ.
Fill, fill, fill a mighty flagon,

Then I'll kill this monftrous Dragon. (Drinks. Chorus. Fill, fill, fill the mighty flagon,

Kill, kill, kill this monftrous Dragon. [Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I. A Rural Profpect near the Dragon's Den, Enter Moore in Armour, and Margery. Moore. ONE bufs, dear Margery, and then away. Mar. I cannot go, my love!

Moore.

-You must not ftay.

Get up, fweet wench, get up in yonder tree,

And there fecurely you may hear and see.

[Margery gets up into the tree. Come, Mr Dragon, or by Jove I'll fetch you;

I'll trim your rafcal's jacket, if 1 catch you.
AIR.

Moore. Dragon, Dragon, thus I dare thee:
Soon to atoms thus I'll tear thee;
Thus thy infolence subdue.

But regarding where my deer is,

Then, alas! I feel what fear is,

'Sweeteft Margery, for you.' (Dragon roars,

Moore. It is not ftrength that always wins:

Good wit does ftrength excel.

Confound the rafcal how he grins,

I'll creep into this well.

(Gets into the well.

Enter Dragon and goes to the Well. Drag. What nafty dog has got into the well, Disturbs my drink, and makes the water fmell.

[Moore pops up his head, and cries Boh!

Drag.

AIR.

'Oh, ho! Mr Moore,
You fon-of-a-whore,

I wish I'd known your tricks before. (Moore gets out of the Well. encounters the Dragon, and kills him by a Kick on the Backfide. Drag. Oh! oh! oh!

The Devil take

your

toe.

To him Margery in a rapture. Mar. Oh, my champion! How d'ye do? Moore. Oh, my charmer! How are you? Mar. Very well, thank you.

Moore.

I'm fo too.

Your eyes were livid, and cheeks were pale ;,

But now you

your

look as brifk as bottled ale.

Give me a bufs.

Mar.

-Ah, twenty if you please.

(Dies.

Moore. With all my heart, and twenty after these.. DUETT O.

My fweet honey-fuckle, my joy and delight; I'll kifs thee all day, and I'll hug thee all night. My dearest is made of fuch excellent stuff, I think I fhall never have kiffing enough.' Gub. Moft mighty Moore, what wonders haft thou done! Defroy'd the Dragon, and my Margery won. The loves of this brave knight and my fair daughter, In roratorios fhall be fung hereafter,

Begin your fongs of joy; begin, begin,

And rend the welkin with harmonious din..

Chorus. Sing, fing, and rorio,

An oratorio,

To gallant Morio,
Of Moore-hall.

'To Margereenia

• Of Roth'ram greenia,
Beauty's bright queenia,

Bellow and bawl'

HUZZA.!

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Cank. Certain.

Smart. I'm damn'd glad on't. For now we fhall ' have a laugh, either with him or at him; it does not

'fignify which.

Cank. Not a farthing.

• Smart.

Smart. D'you know his scheme?

• Cank. Not I. But is not the door of the Little < Theatre open?

' Smart. Yes. Who is that fellow that seems to ftand • fentry there?

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Cank. By his tatter'd garb and meagre vifage, he must be one of the troop.

• Smart. I'll call him. Halloa, Mr

• Enter Pearse.

What, is there any thing going on over the way?
Pear. A rehearsal.

• Smart. Of what?

• Pear. A new piece.
• Smart. Foote's?
• Pear. Yes.

• Cank. Is he there?

Pear. He is.

• Smart. Zounds, let's go and fee what he is about. • Cank. With all my heart.

• Smart. Come along then.

• Enter Foote and an Actor.

[Exeunt

Foote. Sir, this will never do; you must get rid of your high notes, and country cant. Oh, 'tis the true ftrolling

• Enter Smart and Canker.

• Smart. Ha! ha! ha! what, hard at it, my boy!• Here's old friend Canker and I come for a peep. • Well, and hey, what is your plan?

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Foote. Plan!

Smart. Ay, what are your characters? Give us your group; how is your cloth fill'd?

Foote. Characters!

• Smart. Ay.-Come, come, communicate. What, · man, we will lend thee a lift. I have a damn'd fine original for thee, an aunt of my own, juft come from the North, with the true Newcastle burr in her throat; and a nofe and a chin-I am afraid fhe is not well enough known: But I have a remedy for that. I'll bring her the first night of your piece, place her in a confpicuous ftation, and whisper the fecret to the whole houfe. That will be damn'd fine, won't it?

• Foote.

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