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- Heccate. Mr. Powel.
- 1 VVitch. Mr. Harris.
- 2 VVitch. Mr. Adams.
- 3 VVitch. Mr. Lyddal.
- Thunder. Mr. Goodman.
- Lightning. Mr. Kew.
- Spirits, Cats, and Musicians.
THE ACTORS NAMES.
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AN EPILOGUE Spoken by Heccate and three WITCHES, According To the Famous Mode of MACBETH.
The most renowned and melodious Song of John Dory, being heard as it were in the Air sung in parts by Spirits, to raise the expectation, and charm the audience with thoughts sublime, and worthy of that Heroick Scene which follows.30
Thunder and lightning is discover'd, not behind Painted Tiffany to blind and amuse the Senses, but openly, by the most excellent way of Mustard-bowl, and Salt-Peter.
Three Witches fly over the Pit Riding upon Beesomes.
Heccate descends over the Stage in a Glorious Charriot, adorn'd with Pictures of Hell and Devils, and made of a large Wicker Basket.
Heccate and 3. VVitches.
Hec.
What, you have been at Hot-Cockles I see,
Beldames! how dare you traffick thus, and not call me?
'Tis I must bear the Brunt—
Where's VV---?
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Here.
Hec.
Where's W---?
Within.
Here.
Hec.
Where's Mack'rel back and Jilting-Sue.
We want but you: We want but you.
Hec.
You Lazie Hags! what mischief have you done?
1. VVitch.
I was with Templer lock'd from Night till Noon,
My case he open'd thrice and once
Actions he entred three and one,
But grown with study dull as dunce
His deeds I burnt, his Fees I spent;
And till next Term or quarters Rent
I left him poor, and Male-content.
Hec.
Thou shalt have a Spirit—What hast thou done?
2. VVitch.
I pick'd Shop-keeper up, and went to th'Sun,
He Houncht—and Houncht—and Houncht;
And when h' had done,
Pay me quoth I,
Be damn'd you VVhore! did fierce Mechanick cry,
And most unlike a true bred Gentleman,
Drunk as a Bitch he left me there in Pawn.
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His Shop is in Fleetstreet—
2. VVitch.
In Hackney Coach, I'le thither sail,
Like wanton Wife with sweeping Tail;
I'le do! I'le do! and I'le do:
3. VVitch.
A running Nag I'le thee lend;
2. VVitch.
Thou art my Friend;
1. VVitch.
I'le give thee Shancker and Buboe.
2. VVitch.
I can have all the rest of Friends below.
pointing to the Pit.
To sweating Tub I'le youth confine,
Where he shall dwind'le flux and pine,
Though white VVitch Surgeon drench and noint.
I'le have at least a Joint.
Hec.
And what hast thou done?
3. VVitch.
VVith Cock of Game I fought a Match,
VVhile his --- my --- did catch,
I stole his money and Gold Watch.
Hec.
Thou shalt have an Incubus;
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Here's six go-downs of humming Stygian Liquor.
Enter two Spirits with Brandy burning, which drink while it flames, Heccate and the three VVitches Sing.
To the Tune of, A Boat, a Boat, &c.
Hec.
1. VVitch.
2. Witch.
3. VVitch.
Chorus.
But of all the brisk Bawdes 'tis M--- for me,
'Tis M--- the best in her degree;
She can serve from the Lord, to the Squire and Clown,
From a Guinny she'll fit ye to half a Crown.
1. Witch.
To the Tune of, A Boat, a Boat, &c.
Hec.
A health, a health to Mother C---
From Moor-fields fled to Mill-bank Castle,
She puts off rotten new rig'd Vessel.
From Moor-fields fled to Mill-bank Castle,
She puts off rotten new rig'd Vessel.
1. VVitch.
A health, a health to G--- that VVitch,
She needs must be in spight of fate Rich,
VVho sells tough Hen for Quail and Partridg.
She needs must be in spight of fate Rich,
VVho sells tough Hen for Quail and Partridg.
2. Witch.
A health, a health to Sister T---
Her Trade's chief beauty and example,
She'll serve the Gallant, or the Pimp, well.
Her Trade's chief beauty and example,
She'll serve the Gallant, or the Pimp, well.
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A health, a health to Betty B---
Though she began the Trade but newly,
Of Country Squires there's not a few lye.
Though she began the Trade but newly,
Of Country Squires there's not a few lye.
Chorus.
But of all the brisk Bawdes 'tis M--- for me,
'Tis M--- the best in her degree;
She can serve from the Lord, to the Squire and Clown,
From a Guinny she'll fit ye to half a Crown.
Fie! Fah! Fum!
By the itching of my Bum,
Some wicked Luck shou'd that way come.
pointing to the Audience.
Hec.
Stand still—by yonder dropping Nose I know,
That we shall please them all before we go.
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Hec.
Hail! hail! hail! you less than wits and greater!
Hail Fop in Corner! and the rest now met here,
Though you'l ne're be wits—from your loins shall spread,
Diseases that shall Reign when you are dead.
Deed is done!
VVar's begun!
Great Morocco's lost and won.
Bank-side Maulkin thrice hath mew'd, no matter
If puss of t'other house will scratch, have at her.
T'appease your Spirits and keep our Farce from harm,
Of strong Ingredients we have powerful charm,
To catch Bully Critick whose wit but thin is:
Yonder sits empty Cully stuft with Guinnies,
Then for the wary squeamish Critick Lover,
A Dainty Virgin Pullet sits above there,
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Enough to hamper all the Critick Nynnyes:
Besides all this, our charm is stronger made yet,
With Dock of Harlot hasht and grylliaded,
Carcass of Country Girl that's fresh and wholsome,
Haunch of whetstone Doe, but that is fulsome.
Moreover Friends! in ev'ry place to fit ye,
Goose Giblets, Rumps, and Kidneys for the City.
Huff no more!
a Hellish noise is heard within.
Hec.
He that wou'd damn this Farce does strive in vain
This charm can never be o'recome by man,
'Till Whetstones Park remove to Distaff Lane.
Within Singing.
Heccate! Heccate! Come away.
Hec.
Heark I am call'd—
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I come; I come; Alack and well a-day.
Alack and well a-day.
Within.
The Pot boyls over while you stay—
Heccate.
Vanish—
In Basket Chariot I will mount,
'Tis time I know it by my count.
Thunder and Lightning: while they are flying up Heccate Sings.
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They flew in the Corn that they could not be seen.
Chorus.
They flew, &c.
The three Witches Sing.
Rose-mary's green, Rose-mary's green,
derry, derry, down.
When I am King, thou shalt be Queen,
derry, derry, down.
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derry, derry, down.
If I have none thou hast my heart.
derry, derry, down.
FINIS.
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AN EPILOGUE.
This Farce—
Not like your Country Girl made proud at Court,
Because she there first learn'd the naughty sport,
She'd now take place of all and's grown so haughty,
Those that debauch'd her, dare not say she's faulty,
Asham'd to own she jilted them with low dress,
As stroling Punk did once in Somers progress:
No, this like Sutlers Doxie, came from Black-heath,
Long'd but to be as fine as Witch in Mackbeth.
Not like your Country Girl made proud at Court,
Because she there first learn'd the naughty sport,
She'd now take place of all and's grown so haughty,
Those that debauch'd her, dare not say she's faulty,
Asham'd to own she jilted them with low dress,
As stroling Punk did once in Somers progress:
No, this like Sutlers Doxie, came from Black-heath,
Long'd but to be as fine as Witch in Mackbeth.
High though it looks 'twill stoop to all good fellows,
As most proud Women will for Story's tell us,
They now will do from Room of State to Ale-house.
As most proud Women will for Story's tell us,
They now will do from Room of State to Ale-house.
Like blith Scotch Maggy Cloaths in River bucking,
T'has shew'd you all the flowers it had worth plucking,
It thinks you Gentle-folks, are all for—looking.
T'has shew'd you all the flowers it had worth plucking,
It thinks you Gentle-folks, are all for—looking.
Farce and Heroick tale use but one fashion,
Love and affection Layes the first foundation
Then Gyant noyse and show set cheating Glass on:
Love and affection Layes the first foundation
Then Gyant noyse and show set cheating Glass on:
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So little cruising punk and first rate Harlot,
Though one Don's stuff t'others clad in Scarlet,
Use but one Mouse-trap to catch trading Varlet.
Though one Don's stuff t'others clad in Scarlet,
Use but one Mouse-trap to catch trading Varlet.
Those that adore the Ghosts and Devils yonder,
The Powder Lightning and the Mustard Thunder;
Who though they can't of Plot and Language prattle,
Can mew like Cats, and roar like Drum in battle.
The Powder Lightning and the Mustard Thunder;
Who though they can't of Plot and Language prattle,
Can mew like Cats, and roar like Drum in battle.
When scourged Vermin from the Stage do Crall
Whipp'd off ------
As some are from Estates with Lusty Tail,
Those we shall hardly please ------
Whipp'd off ------
As some are from Estates with Lusty Tail,
Those we shall hardly please ------
When Heccate calls, they thither swarm till full 'tis,
Like humours drawn to boil by old VVifes Poultice,
Because at yon Show-house you liv'd such doings,
We thought to purchase Cake-bread and stew'd Pruines;
But you look all like Lovers cloy'd fie on ye,
When deed is done you should not grudg your money.
Like humours drawn to boil by old VVifes Poultice,
Because at yon Show-house you liv'd such doings,
We thought to purchase Cake-bread and stew'd Pruines;
But you look all like Lovers cloy'd fie on ye,
When deed is done you should not grudg your money.
Have we not seen, O whorson Rogue John Dory?
You that Damn most, you know not wherefore nor why,
Catch'd ten times o're with one old new dress'd Story.
You that Damn most, you know not wherefore nor why,
Catch'd ten times o're with one old new dress'd Story.
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Be to this joy thus kind you'l rouse up yet,
Much better Farce, one more Heroic Puppet;
When little Worm is prais'd it will so brag o't,
That 'twill set Tail on end of bigger Maggot;
Since with success great Bard's grow proud and resty,
To get good Plays be kind to bad Travesty.
Much better Farce, one more Heroic Puppet;
When little Worm is prais'd it will so brag o't,
That 'twill set Tail on end of bigger Maggot;
Since with success great Bard's grow proud and resty,
To get good Plays be kind to bad Travesty.
FINIS.
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