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High o'er the stage there lies a rambling frame, Which men a garret, players the tire-room name; Here all their stores (a merry medley) sleep, ...' Without distinction huddled in a heap. A ***",
Hung on the self-same peg, in union rest – 24” Young Tarquin's trowsers and Lucretia's vest, Whilst, without pulling coifs, Roxana lays - o Close by Statira's petticoat her stays. Hard-by a quart of bottled lightning lies, A bowl of double use, and monstrous size; Now rolls it high, and rumbles in its speed, Now drowns the weaker crack of mustard-seed. So the true thunder, all array'd in smoak, Lanch’d from the skies now rives the knotted oak, or And sometimes, nought the drunkard's prayers avail, ?” Ah! sometimes condescends to sour ale. Near these sets up a dragon-drawn calash, There a ghost's doublet gapes a frightful gash. cy In crimson wrought the sanguine floods abound, And seem to gutter from the streaming wound. Here Iris bends her various-painted arch, There pasteboard clouds in sullen order march ; Here stands a crown upon a rack, and there A witch's broomstick by great Hector's spear; ... ... . . . Here stands a throne, and there the Cynic's tub, . 3ée Here Bullock's cudgel, there Alcides' club. Beads, plumes, and spangles, in confusion rise, Whilst rocks of Cornish diamonds reach the skies.
Crests, corselets, all the pomp of battle join,
Hence all the Drama's decorations rise, Hence Gods descend majestic from the skies, Hence Playhouse Chiefs, to grace some antique tale, Buckle their coward limbs in warlike mail. With what an air, from this their magazine y, Equipp'd, old Betterton adorn’d the scene Old Betterton, on whose seraphic tongue Mirth, majesty, and fluent satire hung; or He, by Religion a Tragedian made, Play’d virtuous parts, and liv'd the parts he play’d. He florish'd long; and long deliberate Fate , Spar'd him, in pity to the Tragic State. At length he fell; decay’d the Stage's pride, The Laureat sicken'd, and the Scribbler died; For if the first a piece consummate drew, so From him each graceful stroke receiv'd its due; Nor could the last so bad a scene indite, But his judicious action set it right; Still, at the worst or best of plays, the town With pleasure listen’d to their Betterton.
So in the senate, be it to declare A well-concerted peace, or dreadful war, The same delight, the same applausg, is shown By Anna’s peers, when Anna mounts the throne.
With other looks, yet scarce inferior grace, 3 Nokes trod the stage, and shambled in his pace. Pleasant buffoon l to what an artful screw or His wither'd chops the merry whoreson drew 1 or What pencil can describe his grotesque mien, The cuckold's sneaking leer, the noncon grin, - c. The wire-hung limbs, sunk eyes, and peeked chin! a cThus furnish'd, thus deform'd, thus bent with age, so With feeble steps he limp'd across the stage, There, drawing nonsense from his haggard jaws, Dispell'd the spleen which Betterton had caus'd, 2-2 In Homer thus the slave and hero charms; Thersites pleases, but Achilles warms.
Still may you live, immortal Aétors, crown'd,
Here would I settle, here my fancy raise, And ransack Waller to complete their praise: Powell forbids; and, with a haughty tone —
Frowning, demands to have his merits known.
A godlike air, quick eye, and accent smooth, With all the manly graces, shine in Booth.
Bless'd with an aweful port and lordly mien, The pleas'd spectator dreads a king in Keene.
Not so in airy Wilks; with cheerful grace, The careless rake sits sparkling in his face..] or
Others there are, whose voice and gesture claim In pompous verse a never-dying fame: 0. Others there are—but how should we describe The various beauties of the distant tribe 440 We hop’d, alas ! we hop’d a nearer view,
And farther, farther still our wishes flew ;
Should Oldfield then, the bright-eyed Oldfield join, Her complicated charms, her form divine;
Should she, like Hector's widow, as of late, *~~
Mourn her Astyanax's double fate;