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'An easier Case is yours: you 've not the Smart "That two fond Pleaders cause in one Man's Heart; 'You've not to wait from Year to Year distress'd, 'Before your Conscience can be laid at rest; "There smiles your Bride, there sprawls your new-born ‹ Son,

'-A Ring, a Licence, and the thing is done.'

"My loving James,"-the Lass began her Plea, "I'll make thy Reason take a part with me: "Had I been froward, skittish, or unkind, "Or to thy Person or thy Passion blind; "Had I refus'd, when 'twas thy part to pray, "Or put thee off with Promise and Delay; "Thou might'st in Justice and in Conscience fly, "Denying her who taught thee to deny : "But, James, with me thou hadst an easier Task, "Bonds and Conditions I forbore to ask; "I laid no Traps for thee, no Plots or Plans, "Nor Marriage nam'd by Licence or by Banns; "Nor would I now the Parson's Aid employ, "But for this Cause,"-and up she held her Boy. Motives like these could Heart of Flesh resist? James took the Infant and in triumph kiss'd; Then to his Mother's Arms the Child restor❜d, Made his proud Speech and pledg'd his worthy Word. 'Three Times at Church our Banns shall publish'd be, 'Thy Health be drunk in Bumpers three times three; 'And thou shalt grace (bedeck'd in Garments gay) 'The Christening-Dinner on the Wedding-Day.' James at my Door then made his parting Bow, Took the Green-Man, and is a Master now.

LETTER XII.

PLAYERS.

These are Monarchs none respect,
Heroes, yet an humbled Crew,
Nobles, whom the Crowd correct,

Wealthy Men, whom Duns pursue;

Beauties, shrinking from the View
Of the Day's detecting Eye;
Lovers, who with much ado

Long-forsaken Damsels woo,
And heave the ill-feign'd Sigh.

These are Misers, craving Means
Of Existence through the Day,
Famous Scholars, conning Scenes
Of a dull bewildering Play;
Ragged Beaux and Misses grey

Whom the Rabble praise and blame;
Proud and mean, and sad and gay,

Toiling after Ease, are they,
Infamous*, and boasting Fame.

* Strolling Players are thus held in a legal sense.

LETTER XII.

PLAYERS.

They arrive in the Borough.-Welcomed by their former Friends. Are better fitted for Comic than Tragic Scenes: yet better approved in the latter by one part of their Audience.-Their general Character and Plea· santry.-Particular Distresses and Labours.-Their Fortitude and Patience.-A private Rehearsal.-The Vanity of the aged Actress.-A Heroine from the Milliner's Shop.-A deluded Tradesman.-Of what Persons the Company is composed.—Character and Adventures of Frederick Thompson.

DRAWN by the Annual Call, we now behold
Our Troop Dramatic, Heroes known of old,
And those, since last they march'd, inlisted and enroll'd:
Mounted on Hacks or borne in Waggons some,
The rest on Foot (the humbler Brethren) come.
Three favour'd Places, an unequal Time,

Join to support this Company sublime :

Ours for the longer Period-see how light
Yon Parties move,
their former Friends in sight,
Whose Claims are all allow'd, and Friendship glads the

Night.

Now public Rooms shall sound with Words divine,

And private Lodgings hear how Heroes shine;

No talk of Pay shall yet on Pleasure steal,
But kindest Welcome bless the friendly Meal;
While o'er the social Jug and decent Cheer,
Shall be describ'd the Fortunes of the Year.

Peruse these Bills, and see what each can do,-
Behold! the Prince, the Slave, the Monk, the Jew;
Change but the Garment, and they'll all engage
To take each Part, and Act in every Age:
Cull'd from all Houses, what a House are they!
Swept from all Barns, our Borough-Critics say;
But with some Portion of a Critic's Ire,

We all endure them; there are some admire:
They might have Praise, confin'd to Farce alone,
Full well they grin, they should not try to groan;
But then our Servants' and our Seamen's Wives
Love all that Rant and Rapture as their Lives;
He who 'Squire Richard's Part could well sustain,
Finds as King Richard he must roar amain-
"My Horse! my Horse!"-Lo! now to their Abodes,
Come Lords and Lovers, Empresses and Gods.
The Master-mover of these Scenes has made
No trifling Gain in this adventurous Trade;
Trade we may term it, for he duly buys
Arms out of use and undirected Eyes;
These he instructs, and guides them as he can,
And vends each Night the manufactur'd Man :
Long as our Custom lasts, they gladly stay,
Then strike their Tents, like Tartars! and away!
The Place grows bare where they too long remain,
But Grass will rise ere they return again.

Children of Thespis, welcome! Knights and Queens! Counts! Barons! Beauties! when before your Scenes, And mighty Monarchs thund'ring from your Throne ;. Then step behind, and all your Glory's gone:

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