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EPILOGUE.

Ladies! I've had a squabble with the poet-
About his characters, and you shall know it.
"Young man," said I, "restrain your saucy satire!
My part's ridiculous-false-out of nature.

Fine draughts indeed of ladies! sure you hate 'em?
Why, sir!-My part is scandalum magnatum.”

"Lord, ma'am," said he, "to copy life my trade is, And poets ever have made free with ladies.

One Simon-the deuce take such names as these !-
A hard Greek name-

-O-ay-Simonides—

He show'd our freaks, this whim, and that desire,
Rose first from earth, sea, air, nay, some from fire;
Or that we owe our persons, minds, and features,
To birds forsooth, and filthy four-legg'd creatures.
"The dame, of manners various, temper fickle,
Now all for pleasure, now the conventicle!

Who prays, then raves, now calm, now all commotion,
Rises another Venus from the ocean.

"Constant at ev'ry sale, the curious fair

Who longs for Dresden and old China ware;
Who dotes on pagods, and gives up vile man
For niddle-noddle figures from Japan;
Critic in jars and josses, shows her birth

Drawn, like the brittle ware itself, from earth.
"The flaunting she, so stately, rich, and vain,
Who gain'd her conquests by her length of train;
While all her vanity is under sail,

Sweeps a proud peacock, with a gaudy tail.

"Husband and wife, with sweets! and dears! and

loves!

What are they but a pair of cooing doves?

But seiz'd with spleen, fits, humours, and all that,
Your dove and turtle turn to dog and cat.

"The gossip, prude, old maid, coquette, and trapes,
Are parrots, foxes, magpies, wasps, and apes;
But she, with ev'ry charm of form and mind,
Oh! she's-sweet soul-the phoenix of her kind.”
This his apology !-'Tis rank abuse-
A fresh affront, instead of an excuse!
His own sex rather such description suits :
Why don't he draw their characters-the brutes!
Ay, let him paint those ugly monsters, men!
Mean time-mend we our lives, he'll mend his pen.

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Antonio. Is not this Stephano, our drunken master!

Act V. Scene 2.

THE TEMPEST:

A PLAY,

En Five Acts,

BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

PRINTED FROM THE ACTING COPY, WITH REMARKS, BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL, BY D.-G.

To which are added,

A DESCRIPTION OF THE COSTUME,-CAST OF THE CHARACTERS, ENTRANCES AND EXITS,-RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORMERS ON THE STAGE, AND THE WHOLE OF THE STAGE BUSINESS.

As now performed at the

THEATRES ROYAL, LONDON.

EMBELLISHED WITH A FINE ENGRAVING.

By MR. WHITE, from a Drawing taken in the Theatre, by
MR. R. CRUIKSHANK.

LONDON:

JOHN CUMBERLAND, 6, BRECKNOCK PLACE,

CAMDEN TOWN.

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