Yet when so kind you seem, 'tis past dispute No spleen is here! I see no hoarded fury; - Sad else our plight! where frowns are transportation, A hiss the gallows, and a groan damnation! 5 ΤΟ ΙΟ PROLOGUE BY THE AUTHOR SPOKEN ON THE TENTH NIGHT, BY MRS. BULKLEY Granted our cause, our suit and trial o'er, He served the Poet I would serve the Muse: 5 Like him, I'll try to merit your applause, A female counsel in a female's cause. 1 Look on this form, where humour, quaint and sly, Dimples the cheek, and points the beaming eye; Do solemn sentiments become that mouth? Yet, thus adorned with every graceful art To charm the fancy and yet reach the heart, Must we displace her? And instead advance The goddess of the woful countenance The sentimental Muse! Her emblems view, View her too chaste to look like flesh and blood – Such dire encroachments to prevent in time, 1 Pointing to Tragedy. 25 5 ACT I SCENE I. A Street Enter THOMAS; he crosses the Stage; FAG follows, looking after him Fag. What! Thomas! sure 'tis he? What! Thomas! Thomas! Thos. Hey! Odd's life! Mr. Fag!-give us your hand, my old fellow-servant. Fag. Excuse my glove, Thomas: I'm devilish glad to see you, my lad. Why, my prince of charioteers, you look as hearty but who the deuce thought of seeing you in Bath? Thos. Sure, master, Madam Julia, Harry, Mrs. 10 Kate, and the postillion, be all come. Fag. Indeed! Thos. Ay, master thought another fit of the gout was coming to make him a visit; so he'd a mind to gi't the slip, and whip! we were all off at an 15 hour's warning. Fag. Ay, ay, hasty in every thing, or it would not be Sir Anthony Absolute! h Thos. But tell us, Mr. Fag, how does young master? Odd! Sir Anthony will stare to see the Captain here! Fag. I do not serve Captain Absolute now. Thos. Why sure! Fag. At present I am employed by Ensign Beverley. Thos. I doubt, Mr. Fag, you ha'n't changed for the better. Fag. I have not changed, Thomas. Thos. No! Why, didn't you say you had left young master? 5 IO Fag. No. Well, honest Thomas, I must puzzle you no farther: - briefly then Captain Absolate and Ensign Beverley are one and the same 15 person. Thos. The devil they are! the Fag. So it is indeed, Thomas; and the ensign half of my master being on guard at present captain has nothing to do with me. Thos. So, so! What, this is some freak, I warrant! Do tell us, Mr. Fag, the meaning o't しい Fag. You'll be secret, Thomas? Thos. As a coach-horse. Fag. Why then the cause of all this is — Love, 20 25 |