MRS. BULKLEY.

Well, Madam, what if, after all this sparring,
We both agree, like friends, to end our jarring?

MISS CATLEY.

And that our friendship may remain unbroken,
What if we leave the Epilogue unspoken?

MRS. BULKLEY.

Agreed.

MISS CATLEY.

Agreed.

MRS. BULKLEY.

And now with late repentance,

Un-epilogued the Poet waits his sentence.
Condemn the stubborn fool who can't submit
To thrive by flattery, though he starves by wit.

[Exeunt.

SONG.

"AH ME! WHEN SHALL I MARRY ME?"

Intended to have been sung in the Comedy of "She Stoops to Conquer."

AH me! when shall I marry me?

Lovers are plenty, but fail to relieve me.

He, fond youth, that could carry me,

Offers to love, but means to deceive me.

But I will rally, and combat the ruiner:

Not a look, nor a smile shall my passion discover. She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,

Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWIS, 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 eclipsed 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 every 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 pursued!
Whose ins and outs no ray of sense discloses,
Whose only plot it is to break our noses;
Whilst from below the trap-door demons rise,
And from above the dangling deities.
And shall I mix in this unhallow'd crew?
May rosin'd lightning blast me if I do!
No-I will act-I'll vindicate the stage:
Shakspeare himself shall feel my tragic rage.
Off! off! vile trappings! a new passion reigns
The madd'ning monarch revels in my veins.

Oh! for a Richard's voice to catch the theme,

"Give me another horse! bind up my wounds !-soft -'twas but a dream.”

Ay, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreating, If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating.

'Twas thus that Æsop's stag, a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless, Once on the margin of a fountain stood,

And cavill'd at his image in the flood.

"The deuce confound," he cries, "these drumstick shanks,

They never 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 thundering from behind,
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 prized 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.

SCENE-The Banks of the River Euphrates, near Babylon.

ACT I.

ISRAELITES sitting on the Banks of the Euphrates.

FIRST PROPHET.

Recitative.

YE captive tribes, that hourly work and weep
Where flows Euphrates murmuring to the deep;

Suspend your woes awhile, the task suspend,
And turn to God, your father and your friend :
Insulted, chain'd, and all the world our foe,
Our God alone is all we boast below.

Air.

Our God is all we boast below,
To him we turn our eyes;
And every added weight of woe
Shall make our homage rise.

SECOND PROPHET.

And though no temple richly drest,
Nor sacrifice is here;

We'll make his temple in our breast,

And offer up a tear.

[The first stanza repeated by the CHORUS.

ISRAELITISH WOMAN.

Recitative.

That strain once more! it bids remembrance rise,
And brings my long-lost country to mine eyes.
Ye fields of Sharon, dress'd in flowery pride;
Ye plains, where Kedron rolls its glassy tide ;
Ye hills of Lebanon, with cedars crown'd;

Ye Gilead groves, that fling perfumes around :
How sweet those groves! those plains how wondrous
fair!

But doubly sweet when Heaven was with us there.