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Their warmest wishes are accomplished; none of their rights have been invaded, except, what without the first poetic authority, I should not venture to call a right, the Jus Nocendi.

Your tenderness, my lord, for all the followers of * the Muses, has been in no instance more conspicuous,

than in your late favour to me, the meanest of their train ; your grace has thrown open (for those who are deny'd admittance into the palaces of Parnassus) a cottage on its borders, where the unhappy migrants may be, if not magnificently, at least, hospitably entertained.

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I shall detain your grace no longer, than just to eccho the public voice, that, for the honour, progress, and perfection of letters, your grace may long continue their candid CENSOR, who have always been their generous protector.

I have the honor, my lord, to be, with the greatest respect, and gratitude,

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SMART.
UT are you sure he has leave?
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CAN KER.
Certain.

SM ART. I'm damn'd glad on't. For now we shall have a laugh, either with him or at him, it does not signify which.

CANKER. Not a farthing

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SMART.
D'you know his scheme?

CAN KE R.
Not I. But is not the door of the little
theatre open ?

S M AR T. Yes. Who is that fellow that seems to stand centry there?

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

SM ART. I'll call him. Holo, Mr.

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Enter PEARSE.

What, is there any thing going on over the

way?

PE ARSE.

A rehearsal.

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Zounds, let's go and see what he is about.

CAN

CANKER With all

my

heart.

S M AR T. Come along then.

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Enter FootE and an Actor.

FOOT E. Sir, this will never do, you must get rid of your high notes, and country Çant. Oh, 'tis the true stroling

your plan?

Enter SMART and CANKER.

SMART. Ha, ha, ha, what, hard at it, my boy! Here's your

old friend Canker and I come for a peep. Well, and hey, what is

FOOTE Plan ?

SMART Ay, what are your characters ? Give us your groupe ; how is your cloth fill’d?

FOOT E.
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, just come from the north, with the true Newcastle bur in her throat ; and a nose and a chin. --- I am afraid she 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 conspicuous station, and whisper the secret to the

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whole house. That will be damn'd fine,
won't it?

FOOTE.
Oh, delicious!

SM AR T.
But don't name me. For if the smokes
me, for the author, ļ shall be dash'd out of
her codicil in a hurry.

FOOTE.
Oh, never fear me. But I shou'd think
your uncle Tom a better character.

S M ART.
What, the politician?

FOOT E.
Ay; that every day, after dinner, as soon as
the cloth is remov'd, fights the battle of Min-
den, batters the French with cherry-stones,
and pursues 'em to the banks of the Rhine, in
a stream of spilt port.

SM A R T.
Oh, damn it, he'll do.

FOOT E.
Or what say you to your father-in-law, Sir
Timothy ? Who, tho: as broken-winded as a
Hounslow post horse, is eternally chaunting
Venetian ballads." Kata tore cara higlia.

SMART.
Admirable ! by heavens !

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Have you

got 'em ?

FOOTE.
No.

SM ART.
Then in with 'em, my boy.

FOOTE.

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