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from all his customers. Now you know him, hear what he has to say, while I go and pick up in the wood here.. -Upon my soul, you are a fine old Grecian!

[Exit D. Man. ÆS [to Taylor] Come, friend, don't be dejected: What is your bufiness?

Tayl. I am troubled in mind.
Æ. Is your cafe particular, friend?

Tayl. No indeed, I believe it is pretty general in our parish.

Æf. What is it? fpeak out, friend
Tayt. It runs continually in my head that I am
Æs. What?
Tayl. A cuckold

Æs. Have a care, friend ; jealoufy is a rank weed, and chiefly takes root in a barren foil.

Tayl. I am sure my head is full of nothing else

ÆJ. But how came you to a knowledge of your mif. fortune ? Has not your wife as much wit as you ?

Tayl. A great deal more, Sir; and that is one reafon for my believing myself dishonour'd

Æ. Though your reafon has fome weight in it, yet it does not amount to a conviction.

Tayl. I have more to fay for myself, if your worship will but hear me.

Æf I fall attend to you.

Tayl. My wife has fuch very high blood in her, that the is lately turn's Papift, and is always railing at me and the government- - The priest and the are continually laying their heads together; and I am afraid he has persuaded her, that it will save her precious soul if the cuckolds a heretic taylor

Es. Oh, don't think so hardly of 'em.

Tayl. Lord, Sir, you don't know what tricks are going forward above! Religion indeed is the outside ituff, but wickednefs is the lining.

ÆJ: Why, you are in a paffion, friend :: if you would but exert yourself thus at a proper time, you might keep: the fox from your poultry.

Tayl. Lord, Sir, my wife has as much paffion again 26 I have, and whenever fhe's up, I burb my temper, fit down, and fay nothing.

Æfo

Æf. What remedy have you to propofe for this mis. fortune?

Tayl. I would propofe to dip my head in the river, to wash away my fanciegmánd if you'll let me take a few bottles to my wife, if the water is of a cooling nature, I may perhaps be easy that way : but I shall do as your worship pleases.

Æs. I am afraid this method won't answer, friend. Suppose, therefore, you drink to forget your suspicions, for they are nothing more, and let your wife drink to forget your uneasiness-a mutual confidence will succeed, and consequently mutual happiness.

Tayl. I have such a spirit, I can never bear to be disa honour'd in my bed.

Æf The water will cool your fpirit; and if it can but lower your wife's, the business is done- -Go for a moment to your companion, and you fhall drink prefently; but do nothing rashly.

Tayl. I can't help it; rafhinefs is my fault, Sir; but age and more experience, I hope, will care me-Your fervant, Sir-Indeed he is a fine old Grecian! [Ex. Tayl: Æf Pobr fellow, I pity him...

Enter Mercury. Mer. What can be the meaning, Æfop, that there are no more mortals coming over? I perceive there is a great bustle on the other side the Styx, and Charon has brought his boat over without passengers. Æf. Here he is to answer for himself.

Enter Charon laughing,
Char. Oh, oh, oh!
Mer. What diverts you so, Charon ?

Char. Why, there's the devil to do among the more tals yonder; they are all together by the ears.

Æs. What's the matter?

Char. There are some ladies, who have been disputing so long, and so loud, about taking place and precedency, that they have set their relations a-tilting at one another, to support their vanity. The standers-bye are some of them so frighted, and some of them so diverted, at the quarrel, that they have not time to think of their misfortunes ; so I e'en left them to settle their prerogatives by themselves, and be friends at their leisure.

Mer.

Mer. What's to be done, Æfop?

Æf Discharge these we have, and finish the busi • ness of the day.

« Enter Drunken Man and Mrs Riot. D. Man. I never went to pick up a whore in my + life, but the first woman I laid hold of was my dear • virtuous wife ; and here she is

Æf. Is that lady your wife?

D. Man. Yes, Sir; and your's, if you please to * accept of her

Æ. Though she has formerly given too much into • fashionable follies, the now repents, and will be more • prudent for the future.

D. Man. Lookee, Mr Æfop, all your preaching • and morality fignifies nothing at all--but fince your • wisdom seems bent upon our reformation, I'll tell you ! the only way, old boy, to bring it about. Let me • have enough of your water to settle my head, and throw madam into the river.'

ÆS 'Tis in vain to reason with such beings: there. fore, Mercury, summon the mortals from the grove and we'll dismiss them to the earth, as happy as Lethe can make 'em

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SONG by Mercury.
Come mortals, come, come follow me,
Come follow, follow, follow me,

To mirth, and joy, and jollity;
Hark, hark the call! Come, come and drink,
And leave your cares by Lethe's brink.

CHORUS.
Away then, come, come, come away,
And life shall hence be holiday;
Nor jealous fears, nor strife, nor pain,
Shall vex the jovial heart again.

11.
To Lethe's brink then follow all,
Then follow, follow, follow all ;

'Tis pleasure courts, obey the call ;
And mirth, and jollity, and joy,
Shall every future hour employ.

CHO

CHORU S.
Away then, come, come, come away,
And life shall hence be holiday ;
Nor jealous fears; nor strife, nor pain,
Shall vex the jovial heart again. -

[During the Song, the Characters enter from the Grove.

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Æs. Now, mortals, attend: I have perceived from your examinations, that you have mistaken the effects of your distempers for the cause-you would willingly be relieved from many things which interfere with your passions and affections ; while your vices, from • which all your cares and misfortunes arise, are totally • forgotten and neglected. Then follow me, and

drink to the forgetfulness of vice.

< 'Tis Vice alone disturbs the human breast;
• Care dies with guilt; be virtuous, and be blest.

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P R O L OG U E.

Written and spoken by Mr FoOTE.

H

APPY my muse, had the first turn'd her art,

From humour's dangerous path, to touch the heart.
'They, who in all the bluster of blank verse
The mournful tales of love and war rehearse,
Are sure the critic's censure to cscape;
You hiss no! heroes now, you only -gape:
Nor (strangers quite to heroes, kings, and queens)
Dare you intrude your judgment on their scenes.
A different lot the comic muse atiends,
She is oblig'd to treat you with your friends;
Must search the court, the forum, and the city ;
Mark out the dull, the gallant, and the witty,

Youth's

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