-
Articles/Ads
Article EPILOGUE TO THE SAME. Page 1 of 1
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Epilogue To The Same.
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME .
WRITTEN BY CAPTAIN T 0 PHAM . SPOKEN BY MKS . MATTOCKS .
HHHE dubious title of our play this night _ 1 Mig ht fill Mama with joy , or Miss with fright " The way to get an Husband , " and what net—But are tliev worth ; he getting when they ' re got ? " Yes , " cries bold Miss , whom mother ' s kind regard Has led at young fourteen to " cock liercard , " " Yes , " cries bold Miss , ' ¦ ' whate ' er the-formats say , They are worth getting , and I know the way .
The way ' s up Bond-steeet , —where we daily range , Where saunt ' ring Bloods croud Fashion ' s full exchange ; There —( charming scene !) as undismay'd we strut , Dogs , Misses , Dukes , and Draymen , meet full butt ! There , lounging arm in arm , half-booted Crops , With heads so dark-you'd swear they were black mops , There muslin petticoats , with mud so laced ; Here scarlet with an inch of
waistspencers So scarlet , all my rouge they seem to scoff And look like lobsters with their tails cutoff . Here for a husband is the scene to dash ! Here for a town-bred Miss to— " make a splash ' The plump , brisk widow takes a different road , She cannot walk down Bond-street—she ' s a load : ¦ ¦ Good sixteen stone to carry—but yet strong ; She rolls a wool-pack V ENUS—broad as long .
Yet she ' s a tender passion for the stage , With her . clear private acting is the rage : SHAKESPEARE confesses beauties not his choice , And JULIET grieves in a fine manly voice . Her Ro . ur . 0 , a Lord , mig ht suit your pocket , Looks like a candle sunk into the socket . In tones like these their mutual passions run— _ SavsiiK , CUsl'ing ejemmaie voce ) " It is the East and Juliet is the Sun ! " To Heaven respectful lenity ! Adieu ! " And fire-eved fury be my conduct now I "
Then SHE , r « rv »« ra """ - > " ¦ Good Nurse , I am a child ! But do not speak , " Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek , « For all that thou hast heard me speak tins night ! " I am an infant wife scarce wedded quite . " Accents so sweet what mortal can withstand ? The Stage-struck Peer makes tender of-lns hand , JULIET exclaims , as not consenting quite , toniht i
" What satisfaction can ' st thou have -g " If to get married this be not the way—What grace , what charm more potent can have sway -. A maiden-inthe country—on whose cheek , Pure as the primros'd morn , the blushes speak , Whose mind , illum'd by Nature ' s sober ray , Disdains to rule , and chuses to obey—Who , like , the BBITON , conquers to increase Domestic happiness and lasting peace , !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Epilogue To The Same.
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME .
WRITTEN BY CAPTAIN T 0 PHAM . SPOKEN BY MKS . MATTOCKS .
HHHE dubious title of our play this night _ 1 Mig ht fill Mama with joy , or Miss with fright " The way to get an Husband , " and what net—But are tliev worth ; he getting when they ' re got ? " Yes , " cries bold Miss , whom mother ' s kind regard Has led at young fourteen to " cock liercard , " " Yes , " cries bold Miss , ' ¦ ' whate ' er the-formats say , They are worth getting , and I know the way .
The way ' s up Bond-steeet , —where we daily range , Where saunt ' ring Bloods croud Fashion ' s full exchange ; There —( charming scene !) as undismay'd we strut , Dogs , Misses , Dukes , and Draymen , meet full butt ! There , lounging arm in arm , half-booted Crops , With heads so dark-you'd swear they were black mops , There muslin petticoats , with mud so laced ; Here scarlet with an inch of
waistspencers So scarlet , all my rouge they seem to scoff And look like lobsters with their tails cutoff . Here for a husband is the scene to dash ! Here for a town-bred Miss to— " make a splash ' The plump , brisk widow takes a different road , She cannot walk down Bond-street—she ' s a load : ¦ ¦ Good sixteen stone to carry—but yet strong ; She rolls a wool-pack V ENUS—broad as long .
Yet she ' s a tender passion for the stage , With her . clear private acting is the rage : SHAKESPEARE confesses beauties not his choice , And JULIET grieves in a fine manly voice . Her Ro . ur . 0 , a Lord , mig ht suit your pocket , Looks like a candle sunk into the socket . In tones like these their mutual passions run— _ SavsiiK , CUsl'ing ejemmaie voce ) " It is the East and Juliet is the Sun ! " To Heaven respectful lenity ! Adieu ! " And fire-eved fury be my conduct now I "
Then SHE , r « rv »« ra """ - > " ¦ Good Nurse , I am a child ! But do not speak , " Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek , « For all that thou hast heard me speak tins night ! " I am an infant wife scarce wedded quite . " Accents so sweet what mortal can withstand ? The Stage-struck Peer makes tender of-lns hand , JULIET exclaims , as not consenting quite , toniht i
" What satisfaction can ' st thou have -g " If to get married this be not the way—What grace , what charm more potent can have sway -. A maiden-inthe country—on whose cheek , Pure as the primros'd morn , the blushes speak , Whose mind , illum'd by Nature ' s sober ray , Disdains to rule , and chuses to obey—Who , like , the BBITON , conquers to increase Domestic happiness and lasting peace , !