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Show APPENDIX 29 -_- No, Sir; he acts. this night at Drury-Lane W t'\JI' SC" (U How'sthat >-cries Feeble Grub ; Foote come again UL Tlows I thought that fool had done his devil's dance Why, wa'n't he hang'd some monthsago in France €r's noge Upstarts Machone, and thus the room harangued A TOWs Stronee "}b"' ¢ *Tis true, his friends gave out that he was hang'd longer ¢ But to be sure 'twas all 3 hum;-1U cas ¢ I've seen him since,-and after such disgrace | prate ¢ No shantleman would dare to shew his face. hate To him replied a sneering bonn e question ¢ Youraisin reet, my friend, haunged he wasnot, dissection he'l soo ho tel ca no ¢ But neither yo gaun Scot to pot Thus each, as fancy drives, his wit displays Such is the tax each son of folly pays On this my scheme they many names bestow e g ot 'Tis fame,-'ti pride,-~nay worse,-th pocket' L Mo o 2coo0tt . "_-mr G I ow |
