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But this vile hour disperses all my store, And all hoard of honour is no more ; For ah! too partial to my life's decline, Cæsar persuades, submission must be mine; Him I obey, whom Heaven itself obeys, Hopeless of pleasing, yet inclin'd to please. Here then at once I welcome ev'ry shame, And cancel at threescore a life of fame;

titles shall

my

children tell, The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends, For life is ended when our honour ends.

No more my

PROLOGUE

TO

ZOBEIDE, A TRAGEDY.

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In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore
The distant climate and the savage shore ;
When wise astronomers to India steer,
And quit for Venus many a brighter here ;
While botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling,
Forsake the fair, and patiently-go simpling ;
Our bard into the general spirit enters,
And fits his little frigate for adventures.
With Scythian stores and trinkets deeply laden,
He this way steers his course, in hopes of trading-
Yet ere he lands, he has order'd me before,
To make an observation on the shore,

em

Where are we driv'n? our reckoning sure is lost !
This seems a rocky and a dangerous coast.
Lord, what a sultry climate am I under!
Yon ill-foreboding cloud seems big with thunder :

[Upper gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen

[Pit. Here trees of stately size-and billing turtles in 'em

[Balconies. Here ill-condition'd

oranges
abound

[Stage. And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground.

[Tasting them. The inhabitants are cannibals I fear : I heard a hissing—there are serpents here ! O, there the people are—

are-best keep my

distance ; Our captain (gentle natives) craves assistance ; Our ship’s well stor’d-in yonder creek we've laid her: His honour is no mercenary trader. This is his first adventure ; lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade.

His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from far,
Equally fit for gallantry and war.
What, no reply to promises so ample?-
I'd best step back—and order up a sample.

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EPILOGUE

SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES,

IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN,

AT HIS BENEFIT.

HOLD! Prompter, hold ! a word before your non

sense ;

I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience.
My pride forbids it ever should be said,
My heels eclips’d the honours of my head;
That I found humour in a piebald vest,
Or ever thought that jumping was a jest.

[Takes off his mask.
Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth?
Nature disowns, and reason scorns thy mirth ;
In thy black aspect ev'ry passion sleeps,
The joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps.
How hast thou fill'd the scene with all thy brood,
Of fools pursuing, and of fools pursu'd !

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