Chapter VI: Act III: SCENE I.--KING ARTHUR'S Palace

[1] _Ghost (solus)_. Hail! ye black horrors of midnight's midnoon' Ye fairies, goblins, bats, and screech-owls, hail! And, oh! ye mortal watchmen, whose hoarse throats Th' immortal ghosts dread croakings counterfeit, All hail!--Ye dancing phantoms, who, by day, Are some condemn'd to fast, some feast in fire, Now play in churchyards, skipping o'er the graves, To the [2]loud music of the silent bell, All hail!

[Footnote 1: Of all the particulars in which the modern stage falls short of the ancient, there is none so much to be lamented as the great scarcity of ghosts Whence this proceeds I will not presume to determine Some are of opinion that the moderns are unequal to that sublime language which a ghost ought to speak One says, ludicrously, that ghosts are out of fashion, another, that they are properer for comedy, forgetting, I suppose, that Aristotle hath told us that a ghost is the soul of tragedy, for so I render the [Greek text: psychae o muythos taes tragodias], which M. Dacier, amongst others, hath mistaken, I suppose, misled by not understanding the Fabula of the Latins, which signifies a ghost as well as fable.

"Te premet nox, fabulaeque manes"--_Horace_

Of all the ghosts that have ever appeared on the stage, a very learned and judicious foreign critick gives the preference to this of our author. These are his words speaking of this tragedy--"Nec quidquam in illa admirabilius quam phasma quoddam horrendum, quod omnibus abis spectris quibuscum scatet Angelorum tragoedia longe (pace D--ysn V Doctiss dixerim) praetulerim." ]

[Footnote 2: We have already given instances of this figure.]

SCENE II.--KING, GHOST.

_King_. What noise is this? What villain dares, At this dread hoar, with feet and voice profane, Disturb our royal walls?

_Ghost_. One who defies Thy empty power to hurt him; [1] one who dares Walk in thy bedchamber.

[Footnote 1: Almanzor reasons in the same manner:

A ghost I'll be;
And from a ghost, you know, no place is free.
--_Conquest of Granada_.
]

_King_. Presumptuous slave! Thou diest.

_Ghost_. Threaten others with that word: [1] I am a ghost, and am already dead.

[Footnote 1: "The man who writ this wretched pun," says Mr D., "would have picked your pocket:" which he proceeds to shew not only bad in itself, but doubly so on so solemn an occasion. And yet, in that excellent play of Liberty Asserted, we find something very much resembling a pun in the mouth of a mistress, who is parting with the lover she is fond of:

_Ul_. Oh, mortal woe! one kiss, and then farewell.
_Irene_. The gods have given to others to fare well.
O! miserably must Irene fare.

Agamemnon, in the Victim, is full as facetious on the most solemn occasion--that of sacrificing his daughter:

Yes, daughter, yes; you will assist the priest;
Yes, you must offer up your vows for Greece,
]

_King_. Ye stars! 'tis well, Were thy last hour to come, This moment had been it; [1] yet by thy shroud I'll pull thee backward, squeeze thee to a bladder, Till thou dost groan thy nothingness away. Thou fly'st! 'Tis well. [_Ghost retires_. [2] I thought what was the courage of a ghost! Yet, dare not, on thy life--Why say I that, Since life thou hast not?--Dare not walk again Within these walls, on pain of the Red Sea. For, if henceforth I ever find thee here, As sure, sure as a gun, I'll have thee laid--

[Footnote 1:
I'll pull thee backwards by thy shroud to light,
Or else I'll squeeze thee, like a bladder, there,
And make thee groan thyself away to air.
--_Conquest of Granada_.

Snatch me, ye gods, this moment into nothing.
--_Cyrus the Great_.
]

[Footnote 2:
So, art thou gone? Thou canst no conquest boast.
I thought what was the courage of a ghost.
--_Conquest of Granada_.

King Arthur seems to be as brave a fellow as Almanzor, who says most heroically,

In spite of ghosts I'll on.
]

_Ghost_. Were the Red Sea a sea of Hollands gin, The liquor (when alive) whose very smell I did detest--did loathe--yet, for the sake Of Thomas Thumb, I would be laid therein.

_King_. Ha! said you?

_Ghost_. Yes, my liege, I said Tom Thumb, Whose father's ghost I am--once not unknown To mighty Arthur. But, I see, 'tis true, The dearest friend, when dead, we all forget.

_King_. 'Tis he--it is the honest Gaffer Thumb. Oh! let me press thee in my eager arms, Thou best of ghosts! thou something more than ghost!

_Ghost_. Would I were something more, that we again Might feel each other in the warm embrace. But now I have th' advantage of my king, [1] For I feel thee, whilst thou dost not feel me.

[Footnote 1: The ghost of Lausaria, in Cyrus, is a plain copy of this, and is therefore worth reading:

Ah, Cyrus!
Thou may'st as well grasp water, or fleet air,
As think of touching my immortal shade.
--_Cyrus the Great_.
]

_King_. But say, [1] thou dearest air, oh! say what dread, Important business sends thee back to earth?

[Footnote 1:
Thou better part of heavenly air.
--_Conquest of Granada,_.
]

_Ghost_. Oh! then prepare to hear--which but to hear Is full enough to send thy spirit hence. Thy subjects up in arms, by Grizzle led, Will, ere the rosy-finger'd morn shall ope The shutters of the sky, before the gate Of this thy royal palace, swarming spread. [1] So have I seen the bees in clusters swarm, So have I seen the stars in frosty nights, So have I seen the sand in windy days, So have I seen the ghosts on Pluto's shore, So have I seen the flowers in spring arise, So have I seen the leaves in autumn fall, So have I seen the fruits in summer smile, So have I seen the snow in winter frown.

[Footnote 1: "A string of similes," says one, "proper to be hung up in the cabinet of a prince."]

_King_. D--n all thou hast seen!--dost thou, beneath the shape Of Gaffer Thumb, come hither to abuse me With similes, to keep me on the rack? Hence--or, by all the torments of thy hell, [1] I'll run thee through the body, though thou'st none.

[Footnote 1: This passage hath been understood several different ways by the commentators. For my part, I find it difficult to understand it at all. Mr Dryden says--

I've heard something how two bodies meet,
But how two souls join I know not.

So that, till the body of a spirit be better understood, it will be difficult to understand how it is possible to run him through it. ]

_Ghost_. Arthur, beware! I must this moment hence, Not frighted by your voice, but by the cocks! Arthur, beware, beware, beware, beware! Strive to avert thy yet impending fate; For, if thou'rt kill'd to-day, To-morrow all thy care will come too late.

SCENE III.--KING (_solus_).

_King_. Oh! stay, and leave me not uncertain thus! And, whilst thou tellest me what's like my fate, Oh! teach me how I may avert it too! Curst be the man who first a simile made! Curst ev'ry bard who writes!--So have I seen Those whose comparisons are just and true, And those who liken things not like at all. The devil is happy that the whole creation Can furnish out no simile to his fortune.

SCENE IV.--KING, QUEEN.

_Queen_. What is the cause, my Arthur, that you steal Thus silently from Dollallolla's breast? Why dost thou leave me in the [1] dark alone, When well thou know'st I am afraid of sprites?

[Footnote 1: Cydaria is of the same fearful temper with Dollallolla.

I never durst in darkness be alone.
--_Indian Emperor_.
]

_King_. Oh, Dollallolla! do not blame my love! I hop'd the fumes of last night's punch had laid Thy lovely eyelids fast.--But, oh! I find There is no power in drams to quiet wives; Each morn, as the returning sun, they wake, And shine upon their husbands.

_Queen_. Think, oh think! What a surprise it must be to the sun, Rising, to find the vanish'd world away. What less can be the wretched wife's surprise When, stretching out her arms to fold thee fast, She found her useless bolster in her arms. [1] Think, think, on that.--Oh! think, think well on that. I do remember also to have read [2] In Dryden's Ovid's Metamorphoses, That Jove in form inanimate did lie With beauteous Danae: and, trust me, love, [3] I fear'd the bolster might have been a Jove.

[Footnote 1:
Think well of this, think that, think every way.--_Sophon_.]

[Footnote 2: These quotations are more usual in the comick than in the tragick writers.]

[Footnote 3: "This distress," says Mr D--, "I must allow to be extremely beautiful, and tends to heighten the virtuous character of Dollallolla, who is so exceeding delicate, that she is in the highest apprehension from the inanimate embrace of a bolster. An example worthy of imitation for all our writers of tragedy."]

_King_. Come to my arms, most virtuous of thy sex! Oh, Dollallolla! were all wives like thee, So many husbands never had worn horns. Should Huncamunca of thy worth partake, Tom Thumb indeed were blest.--Oh, fatal name, For didst thou know one quarter what I know, Then would'st thou know--Alas! what thou would'st know!

_Queen_. What can I gather hence? Why dost thou speak Like men who carry rareeshows about? "Now you shall see, gentlemen, what you shall see." O, tell me more, or thou hast told too much.

SCENE V.--KING, QUEEN, NOODLE.

_Nood_. Long life attend your majesties serene, Great Arthur, king, and Dollallolla, queen! Lord Grizzle, with a bold rebellious crowd, Advances to the palace, threat'ning loud, Unless the princess be deliver'd straight, And the victorious Thumb, without his pate, They are resolv'd to batter down the gate.

SCENE VI.--KING, QUEEN, HUNCAMUNCA, NOODLE.

_King_. See where the princess comes! Where is Tom Thumb?

_Hunc_. Oh! sir, about an hour and half ago He sallied out t' encounter with the foe, And swore, unless his fate had him misled, From Grizzle's shoulders to cut off his head, And serve't up with your chocolate in bed.

_King_. 'Tis well, I found one devil told us both. Come, Dollallolla, Huncamunca, come; Within we'll wait for the victorious Thumb; In peace and safety we secure may stay, While to his arm we trust the bloody fray; Though men and giants should conspire with gods, [1] He is alone equal to all these odds.

[Footnote 1:
"Credat Judaeus Appella,
Non ego,"

says Mr D--. "For, passing over the absurdity of being equal to odds, can we possibly suppose a little insignificant fellow--I say again, a little insignificant fellow--able to vie with a strength which all the Samsons and Herculeses of antiquity would be unable to encounter?" I shall refer this incredulous critick to Mr Dryden's defence of his Almanzor; and, lest that should not satisfy him, I shall quote a few lines from the speech of a much braver fellow than Almanzor, Mr Johnson's Achilles:

Though human race rise in embattled hosts,
To force her from my arms--Oh! son of Atreus!
By that immortal pow'r, whose deathless spirit
Informs this earth, I will oppose them all.--_Victim_.
]

_Queen_. He is, indeed,[1] a helmet to us all; While he supports we need not fear to fall; His arm despatches all things to our wish? And serves up ev'ry foe's head in a dish. Void is the mistress of the house of care, While the good cook presents the bill of fare; Whether the cod, that northern king of fish, Or duck, or goose, or pig, adorn the dish, No fears the number of her guests afford, But at her hour she sees the dinner on the board.

[Footnote 1: "I have heard of being supported by a staff," says Mr D., "but never of being supported by a helmet." I believe he never heard of sailing with wings, which he may read in no less a poet than Mr Dryden:

Unless we borrow wings, and sail through air.
--_Love Triumphant_.

What will he say to a kneeling valley?

----I'll stand
Like a safe valley, that low bends the knee
To some aspiring mountain. --_Injured Love_.

I am ashamed of so ignorant a carper, who doth not know that an epithet in tragedy is very often no other than an expletive. Do not we read in the New Sophonisba of "grinding chains, blue plagues, white occasions, and blue serenity?" Nay, it is not the adjective only, but sometimes half a sentence is put by way of expletive, as, "Beauty pointed high with spirit," in the same play; and, "In the lap of blessing, to be most curst," in the Revenge. ]

SCENE VII.--_Plain_.--GRIZZLE, FOODLE, Rebels.

_Griz_. Thus far our arms with victory are crown'd; For, though we have not fought, yet we have found [1] No enemy to fight withal.

[Footnote 1: A victory like that of Almanzor: Almanzor is victorious without fight.--_Conq. of Granada_. ]

_Food_. Yet I, Methinks, would willingly avoid this day, [1] This first of April, to engage our foes.

[Footnote 1: Well have we chose an happy day for fight; For every man, in course of time, has found Some days are lucky, some unfortunate.--_King Arthur_. ]

_Griz_. This day, of all the days of th' year, I'd choose, For on this day my grandmother was born. Gods! I will make Tom Thumb an April-fool; [1] Will teach his wit an errand it ne'er knew, And send it post to the Elysian shades.

[Footnote 1: We read of such another in Lee: Teach his rude wit a flight she never made, And send her post to the Elysian shade.--_Gloriana_. ]

_Food_. I'm glad to find our army is so stout, Nor does it move my wonder less than joy.

_Griz_. [1] What friends we have, and how we came so strong, I'll softly tell you as we march along.

[Footnote 1: These lines are copied verbatim in the Indian Emperor.]

SCENE VIII.--_Thunder and Lightning_.--TOM THUMB, GLUMDALCA, _cum suis_.

_Thumb_. Oh, Noodle! hast thou seen a day like this? [1] The unborn thunder rumbles o'er our heads, [2] As if the gods meant to unhinge the world, And heaven and earth in wild confusion hurl; Yet will I boldly tread the tott'ring ball.

[Footnote 1: Unborn thunder rolling in a cloud.--_Conq. of Granada_. ]

[Footnote 2:

Were heaven and earth in wild confusion hurl'd, Should the rash gods unhinge the rolling world, Undaunted would I tread the tott'ring ball, Crush'd, but unconquer'd, in the dreadful fall. --_Female Warrior_. ]

_Merl_. Tom Thumb!

_Thumb_. What voice is this I hear?

_Merl_. Tom Thumb!

_Thumb_. Again it calls.

_Merl_. Tom Thumb!

_Glum_. It calls again.

_Thumb_. Appear, whoe'er thou art; I fear thee not.

_Merl_. Thou hast no cause to fear--I am thy friend, Merlin by name, a conjuror by trade, And to my art thou dost thy being owe.

_Thumb_. How!

_Merl_. Hear, then, the mystick getting of Tom Thumb.

[1] His father was a ploughman plain,
His mother milk'd the cow;
And yet the way to get a son
This couple knew not how,
Until such time the good old man
To learned Merlin goes,
And there to him, in great distress,
In secret manner shows
How in his heart he wish'd to have
A child, in time to come,
To be his heir, though it may be
No bigger than his thumb:
Of which old Merlin was foretold
That he his wish should have;
And so a son of stature small
The charmer to him gave.

Thou'st heard the past--look up and see the future.

[Footnote 1: See the History of Tom Thumb, page 2.]

_Thumb_. [1] Lost in amazement's gulf, my senses sink; See there, Glumdalca, see another [2] me!

[Footnote 1:
Amazement swallows up my sense,
And in the impetuous whirl of circling fate
Drinks down my reason.--_Persian Princess_.
]

[Footnote 2:
I have outfaced myself.
What! am I two? Is there another me?--_King Arthur_.
]

_Glum_. Oh, sight of horror! see, you are devour'd By the expanded jaws of a red cow.

_Merl_. Let not these sights deter thy noble mind, [1] For, lo! a sight more glorious courts thy eyes. See from afar a theatre arise; There ages, yet unborn, shall tribute pay To the heroick actions of this day; Then buskin tragedy at length shall chuse Thy name the best supporter of her muse.

[Footnote 1: The character of Merlin is wonderful throughout; but most so in this prophetick part. We find several of these prophecies in the tragick authors, who frequently take this opportunity to pay a compliment to their country, and sometimes to their prince. None but our author (who seems to have detested the least appearance of flattery) would have past by such an opportunity of being a political prophet.]

_Thumb_. Enough: let every warlike musick sound, We fall contented, if we fall renown'd.

SCENE IX.--LORD GRIZZLE, FOODLE, Rebels, _on one side_; TOM THUMB, GLUMDALCA, _on the other_.

_Food_. At length the enemy advances nigh, [1] I hear them with my ear, and see them with my eye.

[Footnote 1:
I saw the villain, Myron; with these eyes I saw him.
--_Busiris_.

In both which places it is intimated that it is sometimes possible to see with other eyes than your own. ]

_Griz_. Draw all your swords: for liberty we fight, [1] And liberty the mustard is of life.

[Footnote 1: "This mustard," says Mr D., "is enough to turn one's stomach. I would be glad to know what idea the author had in his head when he wrote it." This will be, I believe, best explained by a line of Mr Dennis:

And gave him liberty, the salt of life.--_Liberty Asserted_.

The understanding that can digest the one will not rise at the other.]

_Thumb_. Are you the man whom men famed Grizzle name?

_Griz_. [1] Are you the much more famed Tom Thumb?

[Footnote 1:
_Han_. Are you the chief whom men famed Scipio call?
_Scip_. Are you the much more famous Hannibal?
--_Hannibal_.
]

_Thumb_. The same.

_Griz_. Come on; our worth upon ourselves we'll prove; For liberty I fight.

_Thumb_. And I for love.

[_A bloody engagement between the two armies here; drums beating,
trumpets sounding, thunder and lightning. They fight off and on
several times. Some fall_. GRIZ. _and_ GLUM. _remain_.

_Glum_. Turn, coward, turn; nor from a woman fly.

_Griz_. Away--thou art too ignoble for my arm.

_Glum_. Have at thy heart.

_Griz_. Nay, then I thrust at thine.

_Glum_. You push too well; you've run me through the guts, And I am dead.

_Griz_. Then there's an end of one.

Thumb_. When thou art dead, then there's an end of two, [1] Villain.

[Footnote 1: Dr. Young seems to have copied this engagement in his Busiris:

_Myr_. Villain! _Mem_. Myron! _Myr_. Rebel! _Mem_. Myron! _Myr_. Hell! _Mem_. Mandane! ]

_Griz_. Tom Thumb!

_Thumb_. Rebel!

_Griz_. Tom Thumb!

_Thumb_. Hell!

_Griz_. Huncamunca!

_Thumb_. Thou hast it there.

_Griz_. Too sure I feel it.

_Thumb_. To hell then, like a rebel as you are, And give my service to the rebels there.

_Griz_. Triumph not, Thumb, nor think thou shalt enjoy, Thy Huncamunca undisturb'd; I'll send [1] My ghost to fetch her to the other world; [2] It shall but bait at heaven, and then return. [3] But, ha! I feel death rumbling in my brains: [4] Some kinder sprite knocks softly at my soul, And gently whispers it to haste away. I come, I come, most willingly I come. [5] So when some city wife, for country air, To Hampstead or to Highgate does repair, Her to make haste her husband does implore, And cries, "My dear, the coach is at the door:" With equal wish, desirous to be gone, She gets into the coach, and then she cries--"Drive on!"

[Footnote 1: This last speech of my lord Grizzle hath been of great service to our poets:

I'll hold it fast As life, and when life's gone I'll hold this last; And if thou tak'st it from me when I'm slain, I'll send my ghost, and fetch it back again. --_Conquest of Granada_. ]

[Footnote 2: My soul should with such speed obey, It should not bait at heaven to stop its way.

Lee seems to have had this last in his eye:

'Twas not my purpose, sir, to tarry there; I would but go to heaven to take the air.--_Gloriana_. ]

[Footnote 3: A rising vapour rumbling in my brains.--_Cleomenes_. ]

[Footnote 4: Some kind sprite knocks softly at my soul, To tell me fate's at hand. ]

[Footnote 5: Mr Dryden seems to have had this simile in his eye, when he says,

My soul is packing up, and just on wing. --_Conquest of Granada_. ]

_Thumb_. With those last words [1] he vomited his soul, Which, [2] like whipt cream, the devil will swallow down. Bear off the body, and cut off the head, Which I will to the king in triumph lug. Rebellion's dead, and now I'll go to breakfast.

[Footnote 1: And in a purple vomit pour'd his soul --_Cleomenes_. ]

[Footnote 2: The devil swallows vulgar souls Like whipt cream. --_Sebastian_. ]

SCENE X.--KING, QUEEN, HUNCAMUNCA, Courtiers.

_King_. Open the prisons, set the wretched free, And bid our treasurer disburse six pounds To pay their debts.--Let no one weep to-day. Come, Dollallolla; [1] curse that odious name! It is so long, it asks an hour to speak it. By heavens! I'll change it into Doll, or Loll, Or any other civil monosyllable,

That will not tire my tongue.--Come, sit thee down. Here seated let us view the dancers' sports; Bid 'em advance. This is the wedding-day Of Princess Huncamunca and Tom Thumb; Tom Thumb! who wins two victories [2] to-day, And this way marches, bearing Grizzle's head.

[_A dance here._

[Footnote 1: How I could curs my name of Ptolemy! It is so long, it asks an hour to write it, By Heaven! I'll change it into Jove or Mars! Or any other civil monosyllable, That will not tire my hand. --_Cleomenes_. ]

[Footnote 2: Here is a visible conjunction of two days in one, by which our author may have either intended an emblem of a wedding, or to insinuate that men in the honey-moon are apt to imagine time shorter than it is. It brings into my mind a passage in the comedy called the Coffee-House Politician: We will celebrate this day at my house to-morrow. ]

_Nood_. Oh! monstrous, dreadful, terrible, oh! oh! Deaf be my ears, for ever blind my eyes! Dumb be my tongue! feet lame! all senses lost! [1] Howl wolves, grunt bears, hiss snakes, shriek all ye 'ghosts!

[Footnote 1: These beautiful phrases are all to be found in one single speech of King Arthur, or the British Worthy.]

_King_. What does the blockhead mean?

_Nood_. I mean, my liege, [1] Only to grace my tale with decent horror. Whilst from my garret, twice two stories high, I look'd abroad into the streets below, I saw Tom Thumb attended by the mob; Twice twenty shoe-boys, twice two dozen links, Chairmen and porters, hackney-coachmen, whores; Aloft he bore the grizly head of Grizzle; When of a sudden through the streets there came A cow, of larger than the usual size, And in a moment--guess, oh! guess the rest!-- And in a moment swallow'd up Tom Thumb.

[Footnote 1: I was but teaching him to grace his tale With decent horror. --_Cleomenes_. ]

_King_. Shut up again the prisons, bid my treasurer Not give three farthings out-hang all the culprits, Guilty or not--no matter.--Ravish virgins: Go bid the schoolmasters whip all their boys! Let lawyers, parsons, and physicians loose, To rob, impose on, and to kill the world.

_Nood_. Her majesty the queen is in a swoon.

_Queen_. Not so much in a swoon but I have still Strength to reward the messenger of ill news.

[_Kills_ NOODLE.

_Nood_. O! I am slain.

_Cle_. My lover's kill'd, I will revenge him so.
[_Kills the_ QUEEN.

_Hunc_. My mamma kill'd! vile murderess, beware.
[_Kills_ CLEORA.

_Dood_. This for an old grudge to thy heart.
[_Kills_ HUNCAMUNCA.

_Must_. And this I drive to thine, O Doodle! for a new one. [_Kills_ DOODLE.

_King_. Ha! murderess vile, take that. [_Kills_ MUST. [1] And take thou this. [_Kills himself, and falls_. So when the child, whom nurse from danger guards, Sends Jack for mustard with a pack of cards, Kings, queens, and knaves, throw one another down, Till the whole pack lies scatter'd and o'erthrown; So all our pack upon the floor is cast, And all I boast is--that I fall the last. [_Dies_.

[Footnote 1: We may say with Dryden,

Death did at length so many slain forget, And left the tale, and took them by the great.

I know of no tragedy which comes nearer to this charming and bloody catastrophe than Cleomenes, where the curtain covers five principal characters dead on the stage. These lines too--

I ask no questions then, of who kill'd who? The bodies tell the story as they lie--

seem to have belonged more properly to this scene of our author; nor can I help imagining they were originally his, The Rival Ladies, too, seem beholden to this scene:

We're now a chain of lovers link'd in death; Julia goes first, Gonsalvo hangs on her, And Angelina hangs upon Gonsalvo, As I on Angelina.

No scene, I believe, ever received greater honours than this. It was applauded by several encores, a word very unusual in tragedy. And it was very difficult for the actors to escape without a second slaughter. This I take to be a lively assurance of that fierce spirit of liberty which remains among us, and which Mr Dryden, in his essay on Dramatick Poetry, hath observed: "Whether custom," says he, "hath so insinuated itself into our countrymen, or nature hath so formed them to fierceness, I know not; but they will scarcely suffer combats and other objects of horror to be taken from them." And indeed I am for having them encouraged in this martial disposition; nor do I believe our victories over the French have been owing to anything more than to those bloody spectacles daily exhibited in our tragedies, of which the French stage is so intirely clear. ]

* * * * *

PASQUIN;

A DRAMATICK SATIRE ON THE TIMES

BEING THE REHEARSAL OF TWO PLAYS: VIZ.,

A COMEDY CALLED

THE ELECTION,

AND A TRAGEDY CALLED

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF COMMON SENSE.

FIRST ACTED IN APRIL 1736.

_DRAMATIS PERSONAe_.

_Trapwit_, Author . . . . . . . . . Mr ROBERTS, _Fustian_, Author . . . . . . . . . Mr LACY. _Sneerwell_ (a critick) . . . . . . Mr MACHEN.

Several Players and Prompter.

PERSONS IN THE COMEDY.

_Lord Place_, Candidate . . . . . Mrs CHARKE, _Colonel Promise_, Candidate . . Mr FREEMAN, _Sir Henry Fox-Chace_, Candidate . . Mr TOPHAM, _Squire Tankard_, Candidate . . . Mr SMITH, _Mayor_ . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr JONES. _Aldermen, Voters, &c_. _Mrs Mayoress_ . . . . . . . . . Mrs EGERTON. _Miss Mayoress_ . . . . . . . . . Miss J. JONES. _Miss Stitch_ . . . . . . . . . . Miss BURGESS. _Servants, Mob, &c_.

PERSONS IN THE TRAGEDY.

_Queen Common-Sense_ . . . . . . Mrs EGERTON. _Queen Ignorance_ . . . . . . . . Mr STRENSHAM. _Firebrand_ (Priest of the Sun) . Mr ROBERTS. _Law_ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr YATES. _Physick_ . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr JONES. _Ghost of Tragedy_ . . . . . . . Mr PULLEN. _Ghost of Comedy_ . . . . . . . . Mr JONES. _Third Ghost_ . . . . . . . . . . Mr WALLIS. _Harlequin_ . . . . . . . . . . . Mr PULLEN. _Officer_ . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr PULLEN. _Messenger_ . . . . . . . . . . . Mr WALLIS. _Drummer_ . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr LOWDER. _Attendants on Ignorance, Maids of Honour, &c_.

SCENE, the Play-House.