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Show 50 The R E H E A R S A L, Pret. Royal Father, upon m y Knees I beg, That the illuftrious Volfcius firft be heard. Volf. That Preference is only due to Amaryllis, Sir. Bayes. I'll make her fpeak very well, by and by, you mail fee. Ama. Invincible Sovereigns- - [Soft Mufti K. Up. But flay, what Sound is this invades our Ears ? K. Phyf Sure 'tis the Mufick of die moving Spheres. Pret. Behold, with wonder, yonder comes from far A God-like Cloud, and a triumphant Car ; In which our two right Kings fit one by one, With Virgins Vefts, and Laurel Garlands on. K. Up. Then, Brother Phyf 'tis time we fhould be gone. [The two Ufurpers flcal out of the Throne, and go a<vcay. Bayes. Look you now, did not I tell you, that this would be as eafy a Change as the other ? Smith. Yes, faith, you d«l fo ; tho' I confefs I could not believe you ; but you have brought it about, I fee. [The two right Kings of Brentford defend in the Chads, finging, in white Garments ; and three Fidlers fitting before them, in Green. Bayes. Now, becaufe the two right Kings defcend from above, I make 'em fing to the Tune and Style of our modern Spirits. i King. Hafte, Brother King, we are fent from above. 2 King. Let us move, let us move; Move to remove the Fate Of Brentford's long united State. I King. Tarra, ran, tarra, full Eaft and by South. 2 Kin%. W e fail with Thunder in our Mouth, In fcorching Noon-day, whilft the Traveller flays; Bufy, bufy, bufy, bufy, we buftle along, Mounted upon warm Phoebus's Rays, Through the Heavenly Throng, Hailing to thofe W h o will feaft us at night with a Pig's Petty-Toes. I King. And we'll fall with our Plate In an Ollio of hate. 2 King. But now Supper's done, the Servitors try, Like Soldiers, to ftorm a whole half-moon Pye. * i King, % The R E H E A R S A L . *• I Xissw. They gather, they gather hot Cuftards in Spoons: But, alas, I muft leave thefe Half-Moons And repair to m y trufty Dragoons. 2 %x °rj&> n y°u need not as yet go aftray , I ne Tide, like a Friend, has brought fhips in our way, r And on their high Ropes we will play : Like Maggots in Filbirds we'll fnug in our flielL We'll frisk in our Shell, We'll frisk in our fhell, And farewel. i Ktj. But the Ladies have all Inclination to dance, 7 W T ! ^ ^ r° g S C r ° a k °U t a Coranto ^France. Bays. Is not that pretty now? the Fidlers are all in green. Itf N°' rUt Cy Play a Tune that's a Sreat deal better. 2 &•%• Now Mortals that hear H o w we tilt and career, m c ^7'r,th wonder will fear 1 he Event of fach things as fhall never appear. K.ng. Stay you to fulfil what the Gods hav? decreed Kit I fi" ° f '"? \°helP y°a if ther<= A»U h need. To^fave th n-V'r0 I d k atrue *'"»>* King, ' That e^A^! f5 d'/"d HelPt0 'e™ » >>™g He* here S ' ' w f S°°d ^ >'0U can foA here with a Whoop, and gone with a Holla. W. Ay, that would have been better. Hayes. ]\o, faith, not when you conllder it • for ,1, • •jKfc Sifc ** *» *e ™rone, »ofwy pll6" = bUt metWnks the ^nfe of this Song i, W Plain ! Whr, did you ever hear anv Pm I • Clouds fpeak plain? they t n i be a ? f o T r a g h ^ o tc in ancy 3t t |