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Unaw'd by pow'r, and unappal'd by fear,
titles shall my children tell,
TRAGEDY OF ZOBEIDE.
In these bold times, when learning's sons explore
Lord! what a sultry climate am I under!
[Upper gallery There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen
'em Here trees of stately size—and billing turtles in 'em
[Balconies. Here ill-condition'd
abound [Stage. And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground:
[Tasting them. Th’inhabitants are cannibals I fear: I heard a hissing—there are serpents here! O, there the people 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.
MR. LEE LEWES,
IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT
HOLD! prompter, hold! a word before your non
I'd speak a word or two to ease my conscience.
[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,
veins. Oh! for a Richard's voice to catch the theme: Give me another horse! bind up my wounds !
soft-'twas but a dream. Aye, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreat
ing; If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating. 'Twas thus that sop's stag, a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless,