 | The Deposition, or Fatal Miscarriage |  |
PROLOGUE. Spoken at Edinburgh.
Oft
has this audience merry humour shown,
And laugh'd at blockheads, blockheads not their own.
This night our scenes no common laugh demand,
He comes, the blockhead of your native land,
Douglas, a dunce through all the world renown'd,
A dunce who rouses like the bagpipe's sound.
And laugh'd at blockheads, blockheads not their own.
This night our scenes no common laugh demand,
He comes, the blockhead of your native land,
Douglas, a dunce through all the world renown'd,
A dunce who rouses like the bagpipe's sound.
Listen attentive to the various tale,
Mark if the author's comic feelings fail.
Sway'd by alternate hopes, alternate fears,
He waits the test of your congenial sneers.
If they shall grin, back to the muse he flies,
And bids your blockheads in succession rise;
Collects the wand'ring wretches as they roam,
Douglas assures them of a welcome home.
Mark if the author's comic feelings fail.
Sway'd by alternate hopes, alternate fears,
He waits the test of your congenial sneers.
If they shall grin, back to the muse he flies,
And bids your blockheads in succession rise;
Collects the wand'ring wretches as they roam,
Douglas assures them of a welcome home.
| The Deposition, or Fatal Miscarriage | |