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Harlequin'* up era. 55
Merit. Madam, I'll wait on you to his Examination ; and, if
there is any Opportunity to ferve him, without a Prejudice to
my own Judgment, you may depend on it I will exert my felf
to the utmoft of my Power.
Smooth. Aliens, Madam! and, if my Judgment will permit
me, your LaMiip ftiall hear me plead moft fublimely in his Fa-
vour. [Exeunt.
SCENE XIX. Voice, Hackum, Sailors.
Voice. Poor Signior Harleauino\ — \n the Hands of the Poets!
. Mercy on thee, I fay. Thofe Sons of Tragedy I'm moft
afraid of they are fad Dogs, certainly. I doubt his Cata-
ftrophe will be very deplorable. Thofe Rogues carry Death and
Deftru&ion where-ever they come. 1 muft follow to his Affift-
ance, and prove my felf a faithful Servant, even in Adverfity ;
tho' my Character will certainly fuffer for beinr fo Angular.
A I R XLI V. Death and the Lady.
Alas, alas ! this Mi/chief grieves me for e \
Our Charms are ended, and our Gain no more.
I did not think they would have eall'dfofoon;
Ah ! muft our Morning Sun go down at Noon ?
SCENE XX.
[Exit.
Drama. There's an End of the Second A&, Gentlemen.
Mode. I'm glad on't, with all my Heart.
Mean. Poor Modely ! You fee what a Plague it is to have fuch
a delicate Ear.
Bal. Oons, Sir! his Ear has no Delicacy; or he would relifli
thefe Songs as weil as I. Bur, come, let us take t'other Bottle.
What a Devil ! muft thefe poor Rogues wait here all the while
like a Gang of gaping School -Eoys at a Toy-Shop Window?
Pc'ythee difmifs them, Mr. Drama.
Mean. No, faith, I deny that; 'tis contrary to the Rules of
Magick.
Drama. Well, Sir, I believe they'll think it no Hardfhip, if
you