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SCENE I.

The Street.
Strapada.
A yearning fondness hangs about me still:
I'd give the empire of ten thousand worlds
For privilege to unswear what I have sworn—
His father was my friend, and taught me first,
With curved awl, to pierce the rugged soal,
And join the horny bristle to the thread.
Such benefits demand no vulgar gratitude—
His mother too—be hush'd, my fluttering soul—
Goosino tells me, he resolves on blood;

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A rival's blood: yet, which of them must fall
None but th' Olympian gods alone can tell.
Th' event of battle, like a growing fœtus,
Lies 'prison'd in futurity's dark womb,
Till midwife time do bring it into birth—
Whoe'er the conqueror, Buckramo dies;
For should he Madrigal's quietus make
With a bare bodkin, justice acts the second,
And brings the victor to the shameful tree—
It is resolv'd —I'll watch him to prevent
His rage, and save him from the double danger
Of steel and hempen noose—It shall be so:
Madness in taylors must not unwatch'd go.

 

A woman's softness hangs about me still.
Fair Penitent.

Our author could not have given a finer demonstration of the virtuous and philosophical character of Strapada, than in this and the following line. I could wish that all mankind would imitate our virtuous cobler in the conscientious observance of his vow. He hath so strict a regard to what he has sworn, that he would even give the empires of ten thousand worlds for the bare privilege of unswearing a rash oath. The height of that yearning fondness to Buckramo, as our author most pathetically expresses it, could not be more strongly drawn, than in these two happy lines. Dr. Humbug.

This and the two succeeding lines are a distant imitation of somewhat in the character of Horatio, in the Fair Penitent.

A tragical lullaby, frequently met with in drama. Dr. Humbug.

It would be loss of time to tell the reader this image is borrow'd from Shakespear.

This laconic sentiment may be found in almost every tragedy, but it is a plagiarism from the speech of Prince Prettyman in the Rehearsal.

It shall be so:
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
Hamlet.