WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR. INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN BY MISS FONTENELLE, IN THE CHARACTER OF SOPHIA. FOR fev'n long years I've been a Lawyer's Clerk, The fearful Debtor trembled at my`nod, As Sol, from clouds more brightly darts his rays, Yet ftill fo vulgar as to like a play. door. The play-house crouded, how we're squeez'd and tum bled, Box, Stage and Gallery, fuch Jargon jumbled!" VOL. III. So So pleasant too, the converfation round ye-- (1) Are you there, Jack? (2) Hah, Tom! (3) The deuce confound ye! (4) A charming girl that yonder. (5) La, what Brutes! (6) Is this Seat taken? (7) Dem your dirty boots! (8) Were you at Afcot, Ma'am? (9) I go to Races! (10) Hey, shut the door there! (11) Lady Dumplin's places. (12) Silence! (13) Book o' the Songs, Ma'am? (14) Ah, fuch nonfenfe! (15) Hifs again, I'll knock you down. (16) You! (17) 'pon my confcience! (18) Wins Desdemona, ftories all he told her. (19) Suddenly tak'n ill! (20) Who's Bottle holder? (21) Hip! (fings) (22) " And you to blefs this charming creature." (23) Curs'd hot! (24) How cold! (25) Op'n the Ventilator! (26) His Lordship went this morning, Sir, for Dover. (27) A damn'd good-natur'd fellow! (28) Throw him over! (29) Take off your Bonnet, Ma'am. (30) He'll then adore me. (31) I shan't fit down, 'till they fit down afore me. (32) What A&t is this? (33) I drank Tea in Pall-Mall. (34) A brazen Romp that little Fontenelle! (bell rings) My Clack's cut fhort, for there's the Prompter's bell Good night, kind friends, to you, and you, and you! Here I cou'd prate for ever, but adieu! |