Chapter II: Part 2

Ly. Lucy. You must know, my dear, the History of the Lady is this-- Her Intellects are as odd and as aukward as her Person; her mind a Composition of Hypocrisy and Vanity; her Head, like the Study of Don Quixot, Stuffed with the exploded-- Romances-- of the two last Centuries-- her Style the quaint Quintessence of Romantic Fustian, and her Manners those of a Princess in an Inchanted Castle.

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Dia. Your Ladyship has a most masterly Hand in Colouring.

Ly Lucy. The vain Creature endeavours to pass upon the World for five and twenty-- A Maid & Strictly Virtuous-- but is fifty at least-- grey as a Badger-- has had three Children-- one by her Coachman-- One by a Horse Granadier-- and one by her present Friend-- the tall Straping Irishman, whom they call the Captain. ha, ha, ha.

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hyd. My dear Lady Lucy, you are the very Hogarth of Ridicule, there is no mistaking the-- Original [#apart#] see, see poor Miss Dy. how She Miffs. the strapping Irishman was too plain.

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha, O too plain, too plain.

Ly. Lucy Not in the least, it will give the Old Lady a Complexion, She wants it, besides I was Indebted to her, for a full length She gave of me the other Day, to a Country Gentlewoman at Lady Tattle-Tongues

Miss Dia. There is no being blind to this. I must return the Civility [#aside#] And pray Mr. Pasquin let me recommend a Character to Your Worship.

Hyd. Ay, now, now for it Lady Lucy, She'll [#apart#] draw your Likeness.

Ly. Lucy. Sir, She has my leave, tho' She had the Talents of a Brugier with the Ill nature of a Swift.

Miss Dia. The Character I mean Sir, is not immaginary, invented by Slander and Malice, but a true Copy of a universally known Original, which is a trifling, wanton femal Rake: composed of Folly, rudeness, and Indecency. whose Vanity is in pursuit of ev'ry Fellow of Fashion She Sees, and whose Life is a continual Round of vain Inconstancy.

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Ly Lucy. Very good out-lines upon Honour-- I fancy her Malice will Stir up some tollerable Ideas-- pray proceed Madam, ha, ha, ha, [#_laughing ridiculously & mimick'd by the other_#]

M. Dia. Ha, ha, ha, O Lud Madam, I intended it-- I shall finish up the Picture to a perfect Resemblance, you may depend upon it. ha, ha, ha, ha.

Ly Lucy. Well, you are an agreeable, young, blooming, giddy Creature; and really Miss your little-- youthfull prettiness becomes you. But Miss Dy-- the Charactor, the Charactor-- come I'll Sit for you; to quicken your Ideas-- you left off at vain Inconstancy.

Miss Dia. I did so Madam-- and I will take it up at her affected Taste and Politeness if you please which Consist in praising ev'ry thing that's Foreign and in constantly ridiculing the Customs and Manners of her own Country tho' She herself is the most ridiculous Objection in the Nation. ha, ha.

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Ly. Lucy. Admiral! I vow Miss Dy. You have a very Lively Immagination-- at your Years, ha, ha, ha-- and very Charecteristic. I am amazed You never writ a Comedy. ha-- ha-- ha-- ha.

Miss Dia. When I do Madam, You may be sure I shall enliven it with Lady Lucy Loveit's Character.

Ly. Lucy. She will be vastly Oblig'd to you-- for you will certainly do it great Iustice.

Sr. Rog. Zounds Ladies have done with Your abuse and let the Farce go on; It was funny enough at First, but you continue it too long.

Com. Sir Roger is Right Mr. Pasquin; you have made your Ladies talk too much. and their Raillery was a little to plain.

Pas. I did that Sir on purpose to preserve a consistency of Character; for I thought it impossible, when Ladies were in a view of Slander, to make them Speak too plain, or too much.

#Count Hunt-Bubble behind ye Scenes#

Count. Where is the Scoundrell? damn me, I'll break the Rascal's Head.

Officer. Knock him down-- knock him down-- take away his Sword-- take away his Sword.

Pas. Some Quarrell I apprehend.

Count. You Scoundrells, I am a Gentleman, and I'll run the first Man through that Offers to lay hold on me.

Dia. O Lud I am afraid there will be somebody kill'd.

Pas. I beg Pardon-- We must Stop for a moment, something extraordinary has happen'd-- I'll go See what it is-- Possibly Some Quarrel behind the Scenes [#Ex: Pas.#]

Count. How dare You-- You Rascal-- A Lady's Character-- knock him down-- I'll teach him to bring Gentlemen's Character upon the Stage.

Pas. Pray Sir hear me,-- I have not done it.

Count. Knock him down; beat him to Mummy.

Enter Pasquin disorder'd and Bloody.

Pas. Gentlemen, I hope you'll protect me-- You See how I am us'd.

Omn. What's the matter, what's the matter?

Pas. Why a Madman, being Spirited on by three or four Gamesters, drew his Sword upon me, and says I ought to be run through the Body, for bringing Gentlemen and Ladies' Characters upon the Stage.

Hyd: Do you know the Gentleman?

Pas. Very well Sir; he is one Mr Strictland of Somersetshire

Hyd. Why the Man's mad-- Was it he wounded You?

Pas. No Sir, it was a Gentleman that is with Him, whom they call the Count, a great Gamester

Hyd. You shou'd have him Secur'd.

Pas. He is in Custody Sir.

Sr. Rog. Zounds let us have him brought before the Town.

Pas. Indeed, if I thought the Audience wou'd not be displeas'd at it, I wou'd bring him on, and expose him; for he is a common Gamester, tho' he pretends to be a Man of Fashion.

Hyd. I dare say the Audience will be glad, and will like the Fun of It.

Pas. What do you Say Gentlemen? shall I bring him on? If you say the Word, I'll have him examin'd upon the Stage, before you all.

Sr. Rog. Zounds, we are the Town, and we will have him on, whether you will or no.

Omn. Ay, ay, on, on, on, on, on.

Pas. Gentlemen-- I thank you; Did not I tell you Mr. Hydra, that they wou'd Act their Parts with Universal Applause. Why Sir, the French Pit, Boxes, and Galleries, are nothing to the English for vivacity & Spirit, they cou'd not have Perform'd their Parts with half this Fun and good Humour. This now, Gentlemen is after the manner of Aristophanes, and the Italian Pasquinades. (Exit Pasquin)

Enter Pasquin immediately with Count Hunt-Bubble in Mourning.

Pas. Sir you shall come before the Audience.

Count. Why, you Rascal, do you think I am afraid. Gentlemen and Ladies Your Servant [#bowing to the Audience#] I is a Fellow to be Countenanced in bringing Gentlemen's Characters upon the Stage.

Pas. I am sure Sir, I shall be Iustifiable in bringing you upon the Stage. And so I have ye Approbation of the Town, I don't value what You or any Sharpor can do to me.

Count. Who Says I am a Sharpor.

Pas. The whole City of Westminster; By whom, Sir, amongst many others, You are Presented as a Nusance.

Gentlemen, I have a Petition here, in my hand, against him and several others, that will raise the utmost Indignation in every hones Breast-- Which, with leave of the Audience, I will read. Is it Your Pleasure that I shou'd read it.

Omn. Ay, ay, read it, read it.

To his most Equitable & Satyrical Worship, Seignior Pasquin. Censor
of Great Britain.

The humble Petition of Lord Love-Play, in Behalf of Himself and
many others.

Sheweth.

"That your Petitioners were, by Descent, the lawful Inheritors of
very great Fortunes; But, by the Arts and Combinations of the Noted
Hunt-Bubble, and the Knot-- And, by what is commonly called Playing
all the Game, Your Petitioners have been stript of their large
Possessions to the utter Ruin of themselves and their distressed
Families.

"That your Petitioners, who once made the most Splendid Appearance
at New Market, Whites, Georges, Bath, Tunbridge, and all Public
Places, are now in the most deplorable Condition.

"From these Premises, Your Petitionors humbly pray that Your
Equitable Worship will take their distress'd State into
Consideration, and Decree such Redress as to Your Satyrical
Worship shall seem meet--

"And your bubbled Petitioners shall ever pray."

Com. Mr. Pasquin, your bringing such Men to Iustice, is a Public good, and deserves Public Thanks. They are Charactors that all Men destest, and that all Men wish to See punish'd.

Pas. Sir you don't know half the Villany of these Men. Play, in its most Honourable Commerce, is a pernicious Vice, but as Luxury, Fashion and Avarice, have improved it all over Europe, It is now become an avow'd System of Fraud and Ruin. The virtuous and Honourable, who Scorn Advantage, are a constant Prey to the vicious and dishonourable, who never Play without one. nor does the Vice Stop here: For the Sharper having Stript his Bubble of his Estate, he next Corrupts his Mind, by making him a Decoy-Duck, in Order to retrieve his Fortune as he lost It. And, from an indegent Virtuous Bubble, the Noble Youth becomes an Affluent vicious Sharper.

Com. The Observation, is but too true; And it is Pity the _Ligislature_ do not contrive some Speedy Method to put an Effectual Stop to such impious Practices.

Pas. Thus, instead of Virtue, Honour and Noble Sentiments being Sown in the Minds of Youth they are tainted with Fraud and Treachery; and those, who should be the Support and Ornament of their Country, are the Confederates of Men, who would be a disgrace to the worst of Countries, in its worst of Times.

Omn. Bravo, bravo, Pasquin, go on, go on [#they Applaud him#]

Smart. Does he not speak very well Hydra! I think he would make a good Figure at the Robin Hood Society.

Count. Sr, You grow licentious and Attack the whole Body of Nobility. and what you have uttered is a Libell.

Pas. Sr. it is You that Libel by your Application my Charge is not against any particular Person, Degree, Rank, or Set of Men, but against known Profess'd Sharpers; Who, under the Mask of Honour, Amusement and Friendship, dayly Commit Crimes that deserve the Hangman's lash rather than the Satyrist's.

Mar. Gentlemen, this Invective is most unjust, and as I am Council on the Side of Count Hunt-bubble and Company, I hope you will indulge me a moment, while I explain what the Law of Parnassus is in these Cases.

Omn. Hear him, hear him, go on, go on.

Mar. In the Records of that State, the Act of Gaming is not deem'd a Crime, but a Science. For the famous Barron de Frippon, in his Institutes, Fol: 1st Chap: 3. P. 17, justly calls it the Noble Science of Defence. which is as necessary to be Study'd by the Nobility of ev'ry Nation, as the Small Sword, or the Art of War.

Count. You are right Marforio-- for Gaming is an Absolute State of War; In which ev'ry Man must kill or be kill'd; Consequently all Advantages are Justified by the Law of Self Defence.

Omn. Go on Marforio.

Mar. Gentlemen. The wise Spartans, as an Encouragement to Ingenuity, always reward the thieving Genius, who came off unsuspected, and punish'd the Blockhead who had not Sufficient Art to Conceal his Theft, In Parnussus the Law is the same relating to Frauds in Play; Tho' it is notorious that this Gentleman has Play'd the best of the Game a thousand times, yet it does not Appear that he has ever been detected in a fraud.

Count. Never, but once, I assure you: and then I instantly Challeng'd the Man, who charg'd me with it, ran him three times through the Body, disarm'd him, made him beg his Life, and ask my Pardon in Public and ever since no Man has dared to Whisper a Suspicion of me.

Mar. O it's plain the Gentleman's Character is untainted, and has a Right to Rank as a Man of Honour and a Genius-- and, instead of Censure, is intitled to the Order of the Chevaliers de Aventuries-- with which, Sir, you shall be Strait invested.

Here! Order Sr. Iohn Ketch to attend with the Insignia of Gaming, and let him invest the Noble Count.

Enter Sr. Iohn Ketch, with a Rope and a Dice Box fasten'd to it as
a George, and dice in the Box, and a Knave of Diamonds in his Hand.

Sr. Iohn. Please to kneel Sir [#To Count bubble who kneels#] I, Sr. Iohn Ketch, Knight, and Officer of Parnassus, by Virtue of a Power from Appollo, In Consideration of your Subtle and undetectable deceit in the Noble Science of Defence, vulgarly call'd Sharping, do invest You With these Insignia-- Which are a Ribbon of the Genuin Tyburn garotte, with a Box Pendant, two loaded Dice, and a Knave of Diamonds for a Star; bearing henceforth, the Arms of Gaming, which are, a Pack of Cards in a Green Field; two reoin'd Lords for Supporters, a Cat and nine Tails for a Crest and, I have touch'd them for a motto; So rise up Count Hunt. bubble, Marquiss of Slip Card, Barron de Pharo-Bank, and Knight of the Noble Order of Sharpors.

Omn. Bravo, bravo (#all Clap#)

Count. Seignior Marforio, The Honours you have Conferr'd Me, will bind me Your Friend everlastingly. If you call upon me any Evening at the Bedford, I shall be glad to See you. To night I am engaged to deal at my Lady High-life's;-- His Grace and Miss will be there, and we expect to touch roundly. Yours, Yours

Exit

Omn. Ha, ha, ha.

Hyd. An Admiral Reward for his Ingenuity.

Sr. Eter. Extremely ridiculous I vow; and very Iust.

Pas. Have you any more Offenders to Produce.

Mar. No more-- But here is a Presentment against one Charles Macklin, Comedian, of the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden.

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, O pray let us hear that.

Pas. The Substance of it is, That he hath written a strange hotch-potch Farce, and puff'd it upon the Town as written after the manner of Aristophanes and the Pasquinades of the Italian Theatre.-- Gentlemen, This is an Affair entirely Cognizable to the Town; All I can Say upon it is, That, if you Condemn him, I will take Care the Blockhead shall never trouble you again-- In the manner of Aristophanes.

Omn. Ay, ay, damn him, Damn him.

Omn. No, no, Save him, save him.

Pas. Well Gentlemen, since you are divided we must respit Sentence till he appears in Person the next Court day. Gentlemen and Ladies, Our Examinations are over for to Night. We must adjourn, for I am afraid we have detain'd the Town too long.

Hyd. Mr. Pasquin, You have Satyrized Your Sharpor with great Humour and Propriety. And I like the Choice of several of your Characters very well. But I am afraid the Critics will Condemn Your Piece for want of a Plot

Bob. Very true, You shou'd have had a Plot Pasquin.

Pas. Bless me Gentlemen! I am amaz'd at this Criticism. I expected great Approbation for the Newness and Dexterity of my Plot.

Hyd. Ay! pray what is the Plot?

Pas. I thought, by this time that it was known to ev'ry Person in the Audience. The Plot Sir, is, the filling of this House-- don't you see how thick it is.

Hyd. Ha, ha, ha, ha, very well, and now it is unravelled; extremely Clear! a very good Plott I protest.

Omn. O very Clear, very clear.

Dia. But Mr. Pasquin, You have no love, nor Marriage in Your Farce; that is a fault, a very great fault.

Pas. Madam, I have vast Quantity of Love in It, as much as wou'd make half a dozen modern Romances; But I was advised, by some Dramatick Friends, not to let it appear too soon. For Love, in a Farce, they said, was generally very dull, and what the English Audience always Complain'd of. But now we are come to unravel the Plot-- It must be known, that Lady Lucy, Mr. Hydra, Sir Eternal, Miss Brilliant, and all the Characters, have a most Passionate Tendre for each other, and have Privately agreed that this shall be the Happy Night. And, as to a Wedding, I have taken particular Care of that, for among the disorderly Persons that were Seized, by mistake, they have taken up a Gentleman that lives near May Fair, who waits in the Green Room to Sign the Passport of each loving Pair to The land of Hymen. And this, I think, is as much Love, Plot and Marriage, as is necessary in any Farce.

Hyd. Upon Honour, I am of your Opinion Mr. Pasquin. And I like your Catastrophes extremely. Mr. Common Sense, what is your Opinion?

Com. For my part Sir, I am pleased with the whole Piece, and think the Critics, in particular, must approve of it highly; As it is written up to the Strictest Nicety of Dramatic Rules. Against the next Night, Mr. Pasquin, you must omit, or alter some exceptionable Expressions, And, if you were to prune a few Redundances, the whole Piece wou'd be the better for it.

Pas. Your Criticism, Mr. Common Sense, is always Iust, and I shall implicitly observe it.

Com. And now, Mr. Pasquin, the sooner you come to your Peroration the better.

Omn. Ay, ay, the Peroration, the Peroration-- come, Mount the Rostrum, Mr. Pasquin. The Rostrum, the Rostrum,-- bring on the Rostrum. bring on the Rostrum!

The Rostrum is brought on.

Pasquin Ascends.

Pas. Most August, Respectable, and Tremendous Public! whose Power is as uncontrolable as the Boundless Winds, whose Iudgement infalable as opposeless Fate, Whom Party cannot Sway, Fear Intimidate, Flattery influence, nor Interest byass. You are each in the art of Government, a Lycurgus; in the Art of War, a Caesar; In Criticism an Aristotle; In Eloquence a Tully; In Patronage a Mecenas; In Taste and Elegance, a Patronius.

Hyd. Harkee, harkee, Domine Pasquin, this Panegerick is quite out of Character, and Shews great Ignorance of the People You are Addressing. For know Sir, that the British Public has too much Dignity and Sense, either to give, or to recieve, Flattery. Your best way of gaining their Esteem, is by preserving Your Character, to the last, of a General Satyrist my Dear, not. by degenerating to a Public Sycophant.

Pas. I am afraid Sir, I have been too free of my Satyr already.

Com. Not at all Sir.-- while it is General and Circumscribed by decency, it cannot be too strong for the English. For Our Wit, Sir, like Our Courage, knows no danger, Spares no Character.

Bob. Right, Right-- Dem me, my dear give us Satyr, keen cutting Satyr, that's what Pleases Us-- And as to Your Panegeric, take that to Madrid or Paris.

Com. Mr. Pasquin, the Public know they have Follies, as well as Individuals; and, so far from being Angry with the Man, who ridicules them, they always reward him with Approbation and Esteem.

Pas: Why then Sir, under the Protection of the Town, and the Patronage of Common Sense, I will, like a faithfull Painter, not a modern Dedicator, finish up the Blemishes as highly as I have the Beauties of my Patron.

Bob. Ay, now, now for the Town, I should be glad to see our own blind side. be sure to be Severe, give us no Quarter.

Pas. I shall not Sir-- You, the Town, are a Monstor, made up of Contrarieties, Caprice Steers-- Steers your Iudgement-- Fashion and Novelty, Your Affections; Sometimes so Splenitic, as to damn a Cibber, and, even a Congreve, in the Way of the World;-- And some times so good-Natured as to run in Crowds after a Queen Mab, or a Man in a Bottle.

Hyd. Why, the Town are a little whimsical sometimes I believe? I beg pardon Mr. Pasquin for breaking in upon You.

Pas. O no Offence, Sir, the Town has always a right to interrupt, and disturb a Performance. It is their Prerogative, and shews their Taste and their good Breeding

Hyd. You are right-- go on, go on,-- a good Sensible Fellow, and knows the Right and Privilege of the Town, go on, go on.

Pas. You are a Being, composed of all the Virtues and Vices, Wisdom and Folly of Human Nature. All Men dread you; all Men Court you; All Men love You-- and yet All Men strive to be independent of You. For you are so inconsistent, that you are Constant in nothing, but Inconstancy---- So good Natur'd, so techy, so wise-- and sometimes so otherwise-- In Short, so much every thing, that were the whole Sisterhood of the imitative Arts in emulous Association joyn'd, with the Genius of your own Great Shakespear at their Head, Directing their different Powers, and wing his own boundless Imagination into Satyr and Panegirick for the Purpose-- They could not be too Severe upon Your Vices-- nor could they do Iustice to your Matchless Virtues.

Omn. Bravo, bravo Pasquin.

Bob. A very good Peroration upon Honour; I believe he Stole it from the Robin Hood Society

Pas. Gratitude and Public Spirit, are the two Noblest Passions, that ever warm'd the Heart of Man, or fired the Poets Imagination. They Should be the Springs of every Public Character, and are this Night of Pasquin. inspired by them he has dar'd laugh at Female Folly and to lash a Noble Vice that Lords it in Our most Polite Assemblies. For which, he who was late a Iudge and Public Censor in turn, now trembles at Your dread Tribunal. The first and last Appeal of Players, Poets, Statesmen, Fidlers, Fools, Philosophers and Kings. If, by the boldness of his Satyr, or the daring Novelty of his Plan and Fable, He has offended, He ought to meet with some degree of Candour, as his Offence was the Effect of a Noble Gratitude, and an Over-heated Zeal to Please His Noble Guests & Patrons, whom he Scorn'd to treat with Vulgar Cates Season'd and Serv'd with Flattery and Common Dramatic Art. For this boldness of his Satyr, this is his Defence-- But, for his dulness, he has no Plea. If You Almighty Arbiters find him guilty of that Offence, censure him as freely as he has censured others. And, like the Roman Censor, he will cry out with Patriot Ioy, What Pity 'tis, a Blockhead can be damn'd but once, to Please the Critics.

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Errors and Inconsistencies noted by transcriber:

The two pages beginning "does not Appear that he ..." and ending "...The Honours you have Conferr'd" are missing from the facsimile and had to be taken from a different source. Some readings are uncertain.

This passage from the opening speech shows the original line length:

Nobles, -- Commons -- Beaux, Bells -- Wits,
Critics, -- Bards & Bardlins, -- and ye my very
good Friends of Common Sense, -- tho' last, not
least in Merit, -- Greeting, and Patience to you

Introduction:

Sir Archy MacSarcasm in _Love-a-la-Mode_,
[_printed "Love/a-la-Mode" at line break_]
Pett-en-l'air, which eighteenth-century costume books portray as
a short, loose shift
[_"Pet: en l'air" or "pet-en-l'air" literally translates as
"fart in the air"_]

Covent Garden:

of the Quorum of Parnassus [_"Quorom" with o corrected to u_]
as my whole design is new [_or "be new": text smudged near margin_]
So much by way of Oratia now for Action--
[_should be "Oration" but looks like "Oratia"_]
I will Scour the whole Circle of this metropolis
[_text has "of" at line-end, with beginning of next line crossed
out and replaced with "of this Metropolis"_]
I vow I should be glad of it.
[_"vow" corrected from different word, possibly "own" or "know"_]
Your hble. Sr. [_written "hble" with line through ascenders_]
what the filthy Lawyers call-- Rems in Re
[_written as shown; correct word is "Reus"_]
Sir Harry and she were least together
[_written "least" as shown: garbling of "seen" and "last"?_]
the Animals, exhibited [_first e in "exhibited" invisible_]
But there is a further Charge against this Lady;
[_phrase roughly underlined, apparently by Examiner_]
Your Ladyship is quite right, go on with the Charge.
[_word "Charge" again underlined: end of cut?_]
"they are ravishingly White, and smooth as polish'd Marble!
[_no close quote_]
Obliged to you, (#bowing very low#) for your Compliment
[_stage direction inserted above line_]
Ay, ay, produce her, produce her.
[_after "Ay, ay", the words "Let her come in" crossed out_]
Very well Sir; he is one Mr Strictland of Somersetshire
[_original "xxx of xxx" heavily crossed out, with "Strictland of
Somersetshire" added at end of line_]
Indignation in every hones Breast [_spelling unchanged_]
And it is Pity the _Ligislature_ do not contrive
[_word "Ligislature" may be underlined by Examiner, along with
marginal marks_]
a Pack of Cards in a Green Field; two reoin'd Lords for Supporters
[_reading uncertain: see note at beginning of Errata_]
any Evening at the Bedford ... at my Lady High-life's
[_original text may read "at Lady Highlife's"; name is crossed out
and "the Bedford" inserted above line; next sentence is written "my
Lady's" with "High-life's" added above line_]
Yours, Yours [_duplication in original_]
Condemn Your Piece for want of a Plot
[_word "Piece" written only as catchword; line "for want of a Plot"
inserted at top of page_]
You are each in the art of Government
[_"art of" inserted above line_]
Caprice Steers-- Steers your Iudgement-- [_duplication in original_]
It is their Prerogative, and shews their Taste and their good Breeding
[_text beginning "and shews..." added after other text_]
and wing his own boundless Imagination [_text unchanged_]

Augustan Reprints:

99. Thomas Augustine Arne, Artaxerxes (1761).
[_printed text repeats title of #100, "Simon Patrick..."_]