 | The Empress of Morocco |  |
Morena the Apple-woman Empress of Morocco discovered sleeping.
Thunder and Lightning.
The Ghost of Labas the Corn-cutter ascends and does not sing (lest it should be thought that the rare Fancy, was stolen from that singing Ghost of Pompey) but speaks.
From
Tuttle Fields full speed I came
To tell you all y'are much to blame,
Great P***y's injur'd Ghost I am.
To tell you all y'are much to blame,
Great P***y's injur'd Ghost I am.
Sister Morocco pine no more,
Behold the man they lov'd before,
Though slighted now like common Whore.
Behold the man they lov'd before,
Though slighted now like common Whore.
When to Elyzium they shall come
Where all submit to Poets doom,
Wee'l be reveng'd on all and some.
Where all submit to Poets doom,
Wee'l be reveng'd on all and some.
Hectors shall take their Oaths away,
Poets their Wit they steal from Play,
VVenches their Claps—then what are they?
Poets their Wit they steal from Play,
VVenches their Claps—then what are they?
When thus the swelling thing's brought low,
How will poor naked Critick show;
Think Ladies, for you best do know.
How will poor naked Critick show;
Think Ladies, for you best do know.
As dull and cold you'l find his zeal,
As heart of Mob that home does steal,
Forc'd to leave Cloaths in pawn for Ale.
As heart of Mob that home does steal,
Forc'd to leave Cloaths in pawn for Ale.
Then hungry Jilt that rails at Play,
'Cause Cully will not bite to day,
And's eager grown for want of prey,
'Cause Cully will not bite to day,
And's eager grown for want of prey,
Shall still in sight have Jolly Robin,
But all her tricks shan't make him bob in.
But all her tricks shan't make him bob in.
When passion's up, t'allay the flame o't,
Wee'l tickle her to death with straw moat.
Wee'l tickle her to death with straw moat.
But I must go—
When Pullen swell and rustle so,
And Critick Cock prepares to Crow,
All Ghosts but his unwelcome grow.
The Ghost descends.
And Critick Cock prepares to Crow,
All Ghosts but his unwelcome grow.
Morena the Apple woman wakes and speaks.
Is not my P**y here? then sure hee's gone,
How long his speech was and how soon 'twas done!
How long his speech was and how soon 'twas done!
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