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Once on the margin of a fountain stood, And cavilld at his image in the flood. “ The deuce confound,” he cries, « these drum
stick shanks, They neither have my gratitude nor thanks : They're perfectly disgraceful! strike me dead! But for a head-yes, yes, I have a head. How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow! My horns !—I'm told horns are the fashion now." Whilst thus he spoke, astonish'd! to his view, Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen
drew. Hoicks! hark forward ! came thund'ring from be
hind, He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind : He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways; He starts, he pants, he takes the circling maze. At length his silly head, so priz'd before, Is taught his former folly to deplore; Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free, And at one bound he saves himself, like me.
[Taking a jump through the stage door.
COMEDY OF THE SISTER.
What! five long acts-and all to make us wiser!
up each bustling scene, and in her rage Have emptied all the green-room on the stage. My life on't, this had kept her play from sinking; Have pleas’d our eyes, and sav’d the pain of think
ing Well, since she thus has shewn her want of skill, What if I give a masquerade?-I will. But how? aye, there's the rub! (pausing]– I've
got my cue: The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, you.
(To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery.
Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses !
parade, Looking, as who should say, damme! who's afraid?
[Mimicking Strip but this vizor off, and sure I am You'll find his lionship a very lamb,
Yon politician, famous in debate,
MRS. BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY.
Enter Mrs. Bulkley, who curtsies very low as begin
ning to speak. Then enter Miss Catley, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the audience.
Hold, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your busi
The Epilogue ?
Yes, the Epilogue, my dear.