EPILOGUE. Ladies! I've had a squabble with the poet- Fine draughts indeed of ladies! sure you hate 'em? "Lord, ma'am," said he, "to copy life my trade is, And poets ever have made free with ladies. One Simon-the deuce take such names as these !- -O-ay-Simonides— He show'd our freaks, this whim, and that desire, Who prays, then raves, now calm, now all commotion, "Constant at ev'ry sale, the curious fair Who longs for Dresden and old China ware; Drawn, like the brittle ware itself, from earth. Sweeps a proud peacock, with a gaudy tail. "Husband and wife, with sweets! and dears! and loves! What are they but a pair of cooing doves? But seiz'd with spleen, fits, humours, and all that, "The gossip, prude, old maid, coquette, and trapes, THE TEMPEST: A PLAY, En Five Acts, BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. PRINTED FROM THE ACTING COPY, WITH REMARKS, BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL, BY D.-G. To which are added, A DESCRIPTION OF THE COSTUME,-CAST OF THE CHARACTERS, ENTRANCES AND EXITS,-RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORMERS ON THE STAGE, AND THE WHOLE OF THE STAGE BUSINESS. As now performed at the THEATRES ROYAL, LONDON. EMBELLISHED WITH A FINE ENGRAVING. By MR. WHITE, from a Drawing taken in the Theatre, by LONDON: JOHN CUMBERLAND, 6, BRECKNOCK PLACE, CAMDEN TOWN. |