WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR. SPOKEN BY MR. MIDDLETON. WHO wrote this play fome might be glad to know, And why a fecret---I'll attempt to fhew-- A certain youth, his name---no matter what, And to be seen by all, by none be known, Poor Poor Mungo meeting with deferv'd fuccefs, A London audience is as kind as juft. To please alone, he takes your two hours leifure, Wish to be pleas'd is half way meeting pleasure. THE TOY. ACT I SCENE I. A Room at the Toy Tavern. Enter AIRCOURT and ift WAITER. AIRCOURT. ANY of our lads here at the Toy fince, Ned? ift Wait. Yes, your honor the crew of your pleasure barge dined with us laft Sunday. Air. Is old Alibi, the Attorney, often down at Hampton Court? ift Wait. Why, yes, Sir-he's now over at his house. Air. Have you feen his ward, Mifs Sophia, lately? ift Wait. Ah, poor young Lady! he feldom lets her go out, but to church;-a charity for fome Gentleman, like your honor, to whip off to church with her. Air. Why, Ned, I have fome notion ;-but to give you a fimile in your own way-the old black rafcal keeps her close as a cork in a bottle: which, to get out, I muftn't bolt inward, but turn fcrew round VOL. II. B |