Bit I will rally, and combat the ruiner : Not a look, nor a fmile fhall my paffion discover. PROLOGUE PROLOGUE ΤΟ ZOBEIDE: A TRAGEDY. WRITTEN BY JOSEPH CRADDOCK, Esa. ACTED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN, M DCC LXXII. SPOKEN BY MR. QUICK. IN these bold times, when Learning's fons explore The diftant climates, and the favage fhore; While botanists, all cold to fmiles and dimpling, And fits his little frigate for adventures, To make an obfervation on the fhore, Where are we driven? our reckoning fure is loft! [Upper gallery. There mangroves fpread, and larger than I've feen 'em [Pit. Here trees of stately fize-and billing turtles in 'em Here ill-conditioned oranges. abound— [Balconies. [Stage. And apples, bitter apples ftrcw the ground: [Tafting them. The inhabitants are canibals I fear: I heard a hifling-there are ferpents here! O, there the people are-beft keep my distance; Our ship's well ftor'd-in yonder creek we've laid her, This is his firft adventure, lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade. His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from fax, Equally fit for gallantry and war. What, no reply to promises so ample? EPILOGUE EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT. HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense; I'd speak a word or two, to ease my confcience. My heels eclips'd the honours of my head; That I found humour in a pyeball veft, [Takes off his mask. |