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SCENE V.

Trulletta, Ghost.
Trul.
Dread powers!

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What would your awful messenger?

Ghost.
I am
Thy father's spirit, doom'd for many years
To fry in liquid lakes of subtlest fire,
T'attone my manifold, my deadly sins
Of cabbage, and high bills.

Trul.
Alas! poor ghost!

Ghost.
My furlo from my prison-house is short:
Brief let me be—I come to warn my child
Against—but hark! th' infernal boatswain calls!
(A whistle within.
He pipes me hence!—my wasted respite grants
No longer stay—again!—relentless dog!
I come.—but this short prayer—not for my self;
Not for my self, but thee—hear me, all-gracious—

 

Some of our modern connoissieurs in drama mistakenly suppose, a ghost is a kind of unnecessary agent in tragedy. To those learned gentlemen, who are of such infidel opinion, I beg leave to recommend the authority of no less ingenious and judicious a writer, than Mr. John Gay, of facetious memory, who in his What d'ye call it, puts into the mouth of the sagacious Sir Roger this conclusive argument, on the necessity of ghosts in dramatic exhibitions, viz. A play without a ghost is like—is like—egad it is like nothing. Dr. Humbug.

A seeming imitation of

Ye heavenly guards, what would your gracious figure!
Hamlet.