EPITAPH ON DR. PARNEL L. THIS tomb inscrib'd to gentle PARNELL's name, While converts thank their poet in the skies. EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTER S. WHAT? five long acts-and all to make us wiser! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser. But how? ay, there's the rub! [pausing]-I've got my cue: The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, [To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery. you. Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses! False wits, false wives, false virgins, and false spouses! Statesmen with bridles on; and, close beside 'em, Patriots in party-colour'd suits that ride 'em. There There Hebes, turn'd of fifty, try once more Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon, parade, Perhaps, to vulgar eyes, bestrides the state; EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY Mrs. BULKLEY AND Miss CATLEY. Enter Mrs. Bulkley, who curtsies very low as beginning to speak. Then enter Miss Catley, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the Audience. Mrs. BULKLEY. HOLD, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your bu siness here? Sure Mrs. BULKLEY. you mistake, Ma'am. The Epilogue I bring it. Miss CATLEY. Excuse me, Ma'am. The Author bid me sing it. RECITATIVE. RECITATIVE. Ye beaux and belles, that form this splendid ring, Suspend your conversation while I sing. Mrs. BULKLEY. Why sure the Girl's beside herself: an Epilogue of singing, A hopeful end indeed to such a blest beginning. Besides, a singer in a comic set! Excuse me, Ma'am, I know the etiquette. Miss CATLEY. What if we leave it to the House? Mrs. BULKLEY. The House!-Agreed. Miss CATLEY. Agreed. Mrs. BULKLEY. And she, who's party's largest, shall proceed. I've all the critics and the wits for me. They, I am sure, will answer my commands, Miss CATLEY. I'm for a different set.-Old men, whose trade is Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies. RECITATIVE. Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling Still thus address the fair with voice beguiling. |