EPILOGUE.
Such is the Play—Your Judgment! never ſham it.
Col. T.Oh damn it!
Mrs. Qu. Damn it!
1ſt Lady. Damn it!
Miſs Cro. Damn it!
Ld. Min. Damn it!
Sir Pat.Well, faith, you ſpeak your Minds, and I'll be free—
Good Night! this Company's too good for me. [going.]
Col. T.Your Judgment, dear Sir Patrick, makes us proud.
[all laugh.]
Sir Pat.Laugh if you pleaſe, but pray don't laugh too loud.
[Exit.]
RECITATIVE.
Col. T.Now the Barbarian's gone, Miſs, tune your Tongue,
And let us raiſe our Spirits high with Song!
RECITATIVE.
Miſs Cro.Colonel, de tout mon Cœur—I've one in petto,
Which you ſhall join, and make it a Duetto.
RECITATIVE.
Ld Min.Bella Signora, et Amico mio!
I too will join, and then we'll make a Trio.—
Col. T.Come all and join the full-mouth'd Chorus,
And drive all Tragedy and Comedy before us!
All the Company riſe, and advance to the Front of the Stage.
AIR.
Col. T.Would you ever go to ſee a Tragedy?
Miſs Cro. Never, never.
Col. T. A Comedy?
Ld. M. Never, never,
Live for ever!
Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!
Col. T.Ld. M.and Miſs Cro.
Live for ever!
Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!
CHORUS.
Would you ever go to ſee, &c.
