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JANE SHORE,

This Play is attractive upon various accounts-It presents a familiar picture of well-known events, treated with much delicacy and skill--and its moral use is also great, as exemplifying upon the fickleness of high fortune, and the gloomy proof, that the friendship which courts the summer of prosperity is blighted by the winter of adversity,

But Rowe never suffered a stronger delusion of the mind than that, which whispered to him, that his Play bore a resemblance to the weightier productions of SHAKSPERE. Rowe is not without his strength of sentiment-he can express an axiomo policy or morals nervously, and with considerable splendour; but the reflex picture of the mind, the labouring progression of thought, or the retrospective anguish of guilty compunction, are all beyond hi grasp. He is little accustomed to the inward seard after natural feeling, and the self-imposed state (i artificial being-He studied Books, rather than May in himself.

Yet there are tender and soothing passages in the Play--there is a well apposed succession of strikin. events, that interest as they are embellished facts, and have a merit that would make them interest even if they were fictitious.

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To-night, if you have brought your good old taste,
We'll treat you with a downright English feast :
A tale, which told long since in homely wise,
Hath never fail'd of melting gentle eyes.

a proti Let no nice sir despise our hapless dame,

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Because recording ballads chaunt her name ;
Those venerable ancient song-enditers
Soar'd many a pitch above our modern writers:
They caterwaul'd in no romantic ditty,
Sighing for Phillis's, or Chloe's pity.
Justly they drew the fair, and spoke her plain,
And sung her by her christian name 'twas Jane.
Our numbers

may be more refin'd than those,
But what we've gain'd in verse, we've lost in prose.
Their words no shuffling, double- meaning kneu,
Their speech was homely, but their hearts were true.
In such an age, immortal Shakspere wrote,
By no quaint rules, nor hampering critics taught;
With rougî majestic force he mov'd the heart,
And strength and nature made amends for art.
Our humble author does his steps pursue,
He owns he had the mighty bard in view;
And in these scenes has made it more his care,
To rouze the passions, than to charm the car.

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Yet for those gentle beaux, who love the chime,
The ends of acts still jingle into rhime.
The ladies too, he hopes, will not complain,

Here are some subje&s for a softer strain,
A nymph forsaken, and a perjur'd swain.
What most he fears, is, lest the dames should frown,
The dames of wit and pleasure about town,

To see our picture drawn unlike their own. * But lest that error should provoke to fury

The hospitable hundreds of old Drury,
He bid me say, in our Jane Shore's defence,
El; She dole'd about the charitable pence,

Built hospitals, turn'd saint, and dy'd long since. tri For her example, whatsoe'er we make it,

They have their choice to let alone or take it.

Tho' few, as I conceive, will think it meet, Ein To weep so sorely, for a sin so sweet :

3 7. Or mourn and mortify the pleasant sense,

To rise in tragedy two ages hence.

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Women. ALICIA,

Mrs. Ward. JANE SHORE,

Mrs. Siddons. Several lords of the council, guards, and attendants.

COVENT-GARDEN.

Duke of GLOSTER,
Lord HASTINGS,
CATESDY,
Sir RICHARD RATCLIFFE,
BELMOUR,
DUMONT,
DERBY,
Servant,

Men.
Mr. Aickin.
Mr. Holman.
Mr. Thompson
Mr. Gardner.
Mr. Hull.
Mr. Farren.
Mr. Evatt
Mr. Ledger.

Women. ALICIA,

Miss Brunton. JANE SHORE,

Mrs. Pope. Several lords of the council, guards, and attendants.

SCENE, London.

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