And you, ye knockers, that, with brazen throat,
The welconie visitors' approach denote ;
Farewell all quality of high renown,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious town!
Farewell ! your ievels I partake no more,
Aud Lady Teazle's occupation 's o'er !
All this I told our bard; he smiled, and said 'twas clear,
I ought to play deep tragedy next year.
Meanwhile he drew wise morals from his play,
And in these solemn periods stalk'd away:
Blest were the fair like you; her faults who stopt,
And closed her follies when the curtain dropt !
No more in vice or error to engage,
Or play the fool at large on life's great stage.

The Spoiled Child. Miks P.

-Think you, we shall ever meet again? [They find themselves fastened together, and struggle.)

Tagg. D-n me! If I think we shall ever part.

Act II. Sc. II

THE SPOILED CHILD.

A FARCE.

In Two Acts.

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