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Who's there, what do you want? who are you?

Being Part of a

COMEDY.

Written by

Dramatis Personae.

MEN.

WOMEN.

But let me read this wiseacre's letter once over again.

Most Honoured Uncle,

I am extremely sorry to see you, in the worst place I know in the world for a good woman to grow better in. Nephew, I am your servant too; but I don't know how to bid you welcome.

And if it will do thee any good, may it be, to make thee, at least, as wise a man as thy father.

So, have you catch'd 'em?

Is the coach at the door?

How now, what's the matter here?

I'll come presently.

But she's too busy to look for 'em just now, so you must bid Mr. What-d'ye-call-'em come another time. There they are, Madam. The poor things were so near gone, they made me tremble; I fancy your Ladyship will give me one of those false guineas for good luck. Thank you, Madam.

Did not I desire an account from you of all your debts, but six months since, and give you money to clear them?

Your servant, Madam, good-morrow to you.

, young lady.

THE

OR, A

COMEDY.

Written by

TO THE

QUEEN.

But as the Fame of such elevated Virtue has lifted the Plain Addresses of a whole Nation into Eloquence, the best repeated Eulogiums on that Theme are but Intrusions on your Majesty's greater Pleasure of secretly deserving them. I therefore beg leave, to subscribe myself,

TO THE

READER.

Yet when I own, that in my last conversation with him, he excused his not shewing it me, 'till he had reviewd it, confessing the scenes were yet undigested, too long, and irregular, particularly in the lower characters, I have but one excuse for publishing what he never designed should come into the world, as it then was, viz. I had no other way of taking those many faults to myself, which may be justly found in my presuming to finish it.

The favour the town has shewn to the higher characters in this play, is a proof, that their taste is not wholly vitiated, by the barbarous entertainments that have been so expensively set off to corrupt it: but, while the repetition of the best old plays is apt to give satiety, and good new ones are so scarce a commodity, we must not wonder, that the poor actors are sometimes forced to trade in trash for a livelihood.

C. CIBBER.

Dramatis Personae.

MEN.

WOMEN.

Masqueraders, Constable, Servants, &c.

THE

OR,

Going out so soon after dinner, Madam?

Sir, here's one of your servants from your house, desires to speak with you.

What, do they bring all the children with them too?

--And what in the Devil's name would he do with the Dowdy?

may'st thou be, at least, as good a woman as thy mother.

And so Ladies, without ceremony, your humble Servant.

If it is not too far gone; at least it may be worth one's while to throw a rub in his way.

Indeed, Mother, I think my sister is too forward!

Myrtilla Dupe.

What a well bred age do we live in?

I am afraid, Sir, I shall grow vain upon your good opinion.

I'gad, if I don't keep a tight hand on my tit here, she'll run away with my project before I can bring it to bear.

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