Hail! happy people, now rejoice!
Sweet viols tune, exalt your voice!
And fwell the choral lay:

Fame cries, behold, a Prince is born!
Then hail the fair aufpicious morn!
And bless his natal day!

(A MASK'D BALLET.)

THE END.

VOL. III.

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BEGGAR ON HORSEBACK.

ACT I

SCENE I.

A Room in CODGER'S.

Enter CODGER and JAMES.

CODGER.

YES, but why didn't you go?

James. Sir I thought as Corny went, there was no occafion for two of us to leave the house.

Codger. Corny!-but why fend Corny upon fuch business-a country fellow scarce a fortnight yet in town go about with meffage cards-where's the butler?-where's Cofey-I proteft I am exceedingly angry at this.

James. Sir, it's none of our faults, Corny wou'd go, and you know his fifter Mrs. Nancy told us before your face, that 'twas as

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