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Poetry.
POETRY.
PROL OGUE TO THE HEIR AT LAW . WRITTEN BY THE HON . FRANCIS NORM .
H is the task—as you ' ve been told before— [ more—And will , while Prologues last , ior ever To furnish matter , in this Critic age , Worthy the liberal patrons of the Stage . With listless apathy the Audience hears What none regard—an Author ' s anxious fears . [ certain Where ' er the Bard bethe Prologue ' s
may , Always , to make him quake behind the curtain . His Plav , he owns is faulty—Bad , 'tis true , He owns 'tis bad , and ifadly g ives it you . Our Author scorns to woo with arts like these , And boldly tells you he aspires to p lease . As once Patroclus , in the Trojan held
Wielded the lance beneath Achilles' shield , So has our Bard of late maintain'd the fight , Tor Shakspeare shelier'd what he strove to write . His faults this night , toCriticsbe it known , And merits ( if he ha ; them ) arehu own . ' Rash man , beware ! ' cold Caution may .. exclaim , . /
Why risk your little sooterkin of fame ? V Why quench the spark you caught from \ Shakspearc ' s flame ? Tho' leaving Shakspeare now , he trusts you'll find He has nut left poor Common Sense behind . To make you laugh , each honest art he'll try ; He lovesmy friendsno more than youto
, , , cry . Yet , l . ke an April Day his Piece appears , Or , more like real life—some mirth , some tears . Plain Nature's simple path he keeps in view , Coiivinc'd , what Nature dictates must be true .
EPILOGUE ¦ TO THE SAME . DICK . CUSTOM exacts , and who denies her sway ? An Epilogue to every five Act Play . PANCLOSS .
You speak it then ; and do not mouth it :---Come ! [ hum I But be not tea tame neither— Uhakspeare—VOL . IX . O
DAN . DOWLAS . Odd rabbit it ; best let these Zaa-j-alone , Panglos . Dan . Do-Mas . Mrs . Dozulas . Epi— Well , Epitogs-Tbey ' re all the Tom . ZEKIEt . What be this Epilogue you be talking on ? PANGLOSS . Epi and logos—vide Lexicon .
KENR 1 CK . I'll tell you , honey : Epilogues , they say , . Are what are . always spoke ' before the Play , By somegood-l & akingjg ^ ntleman , well drest . CICELY . Oh , then I'm sure my Dick will speak it best . HENRY .
To win the town , the Epilogue intends , And , the Play over , please our best of friends . ZEKIEI .. Please our best of friends ? Aye , that be right : I spy [ Who'll try ? A power , here , we fain would please—Hen . Car . OldDow . Mr . Doiv . Zek . Ken . Dick . Cic . r .
I , I , I , I , I , I , I , I , & I , . KENRICK . Oh ! faith we ' re of one mind , had we been 'Tis carried— [ twenty . PANGLOSS . Nemine dissentiente . HICK . DOWLAS .
Thus to begin then—If here some thoughtless youngster may be found , In fashion ' s giddy vortex whirling round , May he , to-night , from Dick ' s example , see That Honours real prop is Honesty : ' May Reformation ' s pledge his cheek o ' ercast—The self-accusing blush for errors past .
CICELY . Tf there's a lass in love here—Yes , I ' ve spied her , [ beside her . Sitting quite snug , with that young man itoihe Gallery . Let her , like Cicely , to this maxim cling' Love slights all gold , ' except a wedding ring . DAN . DOWLAS .
Pray is there ne'er a Chandler here ? because , Old Dowlas axes his applause . Mrs . Dcnvlas . Dan . Dowlar . Kuth ! hoklyour tungue . Why , zounds 1 WKS . DOWLAS . 'Twill never stop .
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Poetry.
POETRY.
PROL OGUE TO THE HEIR AT LAW . WRITTEN BY THE HON . FRANCIS NORM .
H is the task—as you ' ve been told before— [ more—And will , while Prologues last , ior ever To furnish matter , in this Critic age , Worthy the liberal patrons of the Stage . With listless apathy the Audience hears What none regard—an Author ' s anxious fears . [ certain Where ' er the Bard bethe Prologue ' s
may , Always , to make him quake behind the curtain . His Plav , he owns is faulty—Bad , 'tis true , He owns 'tis bad , and ifadly g ives it you . Our Author scorns to woo with arts like these , And boldly tells you he aspires to p lease . As once Patroclus , in the Trojan held
Wielded the lance beneath Achilles' shield , So has our Bard of late maintain'd the fight , Tor Shakspeare shelier'd what he strove to write . His faults this night , toCriticsbe it known , And merits ( if he ha ; them ) arehu own . ' Rash man , beware ! ' cold Caution may .. exclaim , . /
Why risk your little sooterkin of fame ? V Why quench the spark you caught from \ Shakspearc ' s flame ? Tho' leaving Shakspeare now , he trusts you'll find He has nut left poor Common Sense behind . To make you laugh , each honest art he'll try ; He lovesmy friendsno more than youto
, , , cry . Yet , l . ke an April Day his Piece appears , Or , more like real life—some mirth , some tears . Plain Nature's simple path he keeps in view , Coiivinc'd , what Nature dictates must be true .
EPILOGUE ¦ TO THE SAME . DICK . CUSTOM exacts , and who denies her sway ? An Epilogue to every five Act Play . PANCLOSS .
You speak it then ; and do not mouth it :---Come ! [ hum I But be not tea tame neither— Uhakspeare—VOL . IX . O
DAN . DOWLAS . Odd rabbit it ; best let these Zaa-j-alone , Panglos . Dan . Do-Mas . Mrs . Dozulas . Epi— Well , Epitogs-Tbey ' re all the Tom . ZEKIEt . What be this Epilogue you be talking on ? PANGLOSS . Epi and logos—vide Lexicon .
KENR 1 CK . I'll tell you , honey : Epilogues , they say , . Are what are . always spoke ' before the Play , By somegood-l & akingjg ^ ntleman , well drest . CICELY . Oh , then I'm sure my Dick will speak it best . HENRY .
To win the town , the Epilogue intends , And , the Play over , please our best of friends . ZEKIEI .. Please our best of friends ? Aye , that be right : I spy [ Who'll try ? A power , here , we fain would please—Hen . Car . OldDow . Mr . Doiv . Zek . Ken . Dick . Cic . r .
I , I , I , I , I , I , I , I , & I , . KENRICK . Oh ! faith we ' re of one mind , had we been 'Tis carried— [ twenty . PANGLOSS . Nemine dissentiente . HICK . DOWLAS .
Thus to begin then—If here some thoughtless youngster may be found , In fashion ' s giddy vortex whirling round , May he , to-night , from Dick ' s example , see That Honours real prop is Honesty : ' May Reformation ' s pledge his cheek o ' ercast—The self-accusing blush for errors past .
CICELY . Tf there's a lass in love here—Yes , I ' ve spied her , [ beside her . Sitting quite snug , with that young man itoihe Gallery . Let her , like Cicely , to this maxim cling' Love slights all gold , ' except a wedding ring . DAN . DOWLAS .
Pray is there ne'er a Chandler here ? because , Old Dowlas axes his applause . Mrs . Dcnvlas . Dan . Dowlar . Kuth ! hoklyour tungue . Why , zounds 1 WKS . DOWLAS . 'Twill never stop .