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Scen. 4.
Tim.And just so must all our Tavern Tarmagons be
us'd; or they'l Trapan you, as they did that old scarifide
Fryer; whose bitter experiences furnish'd with ability
enough to discover their carriage and his feverish distemper.
Boy.
Sir, all our Boxes are already stored and seated
with the choicest and eminentst Damasella's that all Sivil
can afford: Besides Sir, all our Galleries and Groundstands
are long ago furnished: The Groundlings within
the yard grow infinitely unruly.
Tim.
Go to Boy; this Plebeian incivility must not precipitate
the course of our Action.—How oft have they
sounded?
Boy.
They'r upon the last sound; but our expectance
our entry.
Tim.
These Comick Presentments may properly resemble
our Comet Apparitions; where their first darting
beget impressions of an affectionate wonder, or prophetick
astonishment. The world I must confess, is a Ball
racketed above the line and below into every hazard: but
whimseys and careers challenge such influence over the
Judgement of our gallant refined Wits; as their Fancies
must be humoured, and their humours tickled, or they leave
our rooms discontented. So as, the Comedians Garden
must finde Lettice for all lips: or the disrelish'd Poet must
be untruss'd, and paid home with a swinging censure.—
This must be my fate, for I can expect no less from these
Satyrical Madams; whose ticklish resentment of their injured
honour will make them kick before they be gall'd:
but Timon is arm'd Cap a Pe against all such feminine Assailants.
They shall finde my Sceans more modest, then
some of their actions have merited.—And I must tell
thee one thing by the way my ingenious Trillo, that I never
found more freedom in my spritely Genius, then in the
—But time and conveniences of the Stage enjoyn me to
leave thee.—Make choice of thy place, and expect the
sequele.
Tril.
May your Acts live to a succeeding age,
And th'Ladies Alimony enrich your Stage.
Exeunt.
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