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THE DOG AND SHADOW.
RE cibum portans catulus dum spectat in undis,
Apparet liquido prædæ melioris imago :
Τ Ο Α FRIEND, Who had been much abused in many different LIBELS.
'HE greatest Monarch may be stabb’d by night,
And fortune help the murderer in his flight;
What's to be done ? Shall Wit and Learning chufe
BILLET to the COMPANY of PLAYERS.
THE *HE inclosed Prologue is formed upon the story of
the Secretary's not suffering you to act, unless you would pay him 300l. per annum; upon which you got a licence from the Lord Mayor to act as strollers.
The Prologue fupposes), that, upon your being forbidden to act, a company of country-strollers came and hired the Play-houfe, and your cloaths, &c. to act in.
OUR set of strollers, wandering up and down,' Hearing the house was empty, came to town; And, with a licence from our good Lord Mayor, Went to one Griffith, formerly a player ; Him we persuaded with a moderate bribe, To speak to Elrington and all the tribe, To let our company supply their places, And hire us out their scenes, and cloaths, and faces.. Is not the truth the truth? Look full on me; I am not Elrington, nor Griffith he. When we perform, look sharp among our crew, There's not a creatuie here you ever knew'. The former folks were servants to the king ; We, humble ftrolluis, always on the wing.
Now, for my part, I think upon the whole,
Stay, let me fee-Three hundred pounds a year,
I pity Elrington with all my heart ; Would he were here this night to act my part ! I told him what it was to be a stroller : · How free we acted, and had no comptroller : In every town we wait on Mr. Mayor, First get a licence, then p:oduce our ware ; We found a trumpet, or we beat a drum ; Huzza ! (the school boys roar) the players are come ! And then we cry, to fpur the bumpkins on, Gallants, by Tuesday next we must be gone, I told him, in the smootheit way I could, All this and more, yet it would do no good. But Elrington, tears falling from his checks, He that has thone with Betterton and Wilks,
To whom our country has been always dear,
рох on Elrington's majestic tone ! Now to a word of business in our own.
Gallants, next Thurfday night will be our last;
E P I G R A M. GREAT folks are of a finer mold;
Lord! how politely they can scold ! While a coarse English tongue will itch, For whore and rogue; and dog and bitch.
PROLOGUE to a PLAY for the Benefit of the
Spoken by Mr. ELRINGTON. 1721.
and little wool-is now become
cry The plague and proverb of the Weaver's loom: No wool to work on, nuither weft nor warp; Their pockets empty, and their stomachs sharp.
Provokd, Forsake your
Provok'd, in loud complaints to you they 'ery :
filks for stuifs; nor think it strange,
See I am dress'd from top to toe in stuff;
How sweet and innocent's the country maid,