But I will rally, and combat the ruiner : Not a look, nor a fmile fhall my paffion discover PROLOGUE PROLOGUE TO ZOBEIDE: A TRAGEDY. WRITTEN BY JOSEPH CRADDOCK, Esa. ACTED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN, M DCC LXXII. SPOKEN BY MR. QUICK. IN thefe bold times, when Learning's fons explore The diftant climates, and the favage fhore; While botanifts, 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 ftately fize-and billing turtles in 'em Here ill-conditioned oranges abound [Balconies. [Stage. And apples, bitter apples ftrew the ground: [Tafting them. The inhabitants are canibals I fear : I heard a hiffing-there are ferpents here! O, there the people are-beft keep my diftance; Our fhip's well ftor'd-in yonder creek we've laid her, His honour is no mercenary trader. 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 far, 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 ; Or ever thought that jumping was a jest. [Takes off his mask. Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth? The joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps. Whofe ins and outs no ray of fense discloses, |