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Show 8o Tbe K E Y to And he w h o fervilely creeps after Senfe, Is fafe, but ne'er can reach 13 Excellence. Prologue to Tyrannick L0^ A C T V. Note 1. page 50. line 7 K. Ufh. j g f/7fiay, what Sound is this invades our What various Noifes do my Ears invade And have a Concert of Confufion made f Siege of Rhodes, p. 4 Note2. p. 50. I. 25. top. 51. 1 28 I King. Hafte, Brother King, we-are fent from above 2 King. Let us move, let us move ; Move to remove the Fate Of BrentfordV long united State I King. Tarra tan-tarra, full Eaft and by South 2 King. We fail with Thunder in our Mouth In fior thing Noon-day, <whilft the Traveller flays Buf buf, bufy, bufy, we buftle along, Mounted upon warm Phcebus his Rays, Through the heavenly Throng, Hafiing to thofe Who willfeaft us at night with a Pip's Petty-Toes I King. And we'll fall with our Plate In an Ollio of Hate. 2 King. But now Supper^ done, the Servitors try Like Soldiers, to form a whole Half moon Pye I King. They gather, they gather hot Cuftards in Stoons: but, alas! I muft leave thefe Half moons, And repair to my trufty Dragoons. 2 King. Oflay, for you need not as yet %o aft ray ; The tide, like a Friend, has brought Ships in our way, And on their high Ropes we will play ; Like Maggots in Filberds, we'llfnug in our Shell; We'll frisk in our SUll% We'IIfisk in our Shell, And fare well. 1 King. the R E H E A R S A L . 81 I K m g . But the Ladies have all Inclinasion to dance, And the green^Frogs croak out a Coranto of France' 2 King. Now Mortals that hear How we tilt and career, With wonder will fear, The Event of fuch things as pall never appear. I King. Stay you to fulfil what the Gods have decreed. 2 King. Then call me to help you, if there pall be need. I King. So firmly hefolv d is a true Brentford King, To fave the Diftrefs'd, and Help to 'em bring, That e'er a full Pot of good Ale you can Jwallow, He's here with a Whoop, and gone with a Holla, In Ridicule of this: Naker. Hark ! m y Damilcar, we are call'd below. Dam. Let us go ,• let us go ; G o to relieve the Care Of longing Lovers in defpair. Naker. Merry, merry, merry, we fail from the Eaft, Half tipled at a Rainbow Feaft. Dam. In the bright Moon-fhine, while Winds whittle Tivy, tivy, tivy, we mount and we fly, (loud, All racking along in a downy white Cloud; And left our Leap from the Sky fhould prove too far, W e Aide on the back of a new-falling Star. Naker. And drop from above, In a Jelly of Love. Dam. But now the Sun's down, and the Element's red, The Spirits of Fire againft us make head. Naker. They mufter, they mufter, like Gnats in the Air ; Alas ! I muft leave thee, m y Fair ; And to m y I ight-Horfemen repair. Dam. O ftay ! for you need not to fear 'em to-night; The Wind is for us, and blows full in their fight: And o'er the wide Ocean w e fight. Like Leaves in the Autumn, our Foes will fall down, And hifs in the Water Both. And hifs in the Water, and drown. Naker. But their M e n lie fecurely intrench'd in a Cloud, And a Trumpeter-Hornet to Battle founds loud. Dam. N o w Mortals that fpy, H o w we tilt in the Sky. With |