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Show 44 Love and a Bottle. S C E N E , the Park. Enter Lovewell and Lyrick meeting; Lyrick reading". I'll rack thy Reputation, blafl thy Fame, And infhong grinding Satyr, Gibbet up thy Name, Lov. What! in a Rapture, Mi. Lyrick* Lyr. A little Poetical Fury, that's all. I'll 'Squire him,^ I'll draw his Chara6ter for the Buffoon of a Farce; he (halt be as famous in Ballad as Robin Hood, or Little John-, i >> fes (hall haunt himjike Demons; they fhall make hiol more.? ridiculous than Don Qnixot. Lov. Becaufe he encou-ter'd your Windmill-Pate. 1 Ha, ha, ha ! - Come, come, Mr. Lyrick, you muft be pacify'd. Lyr. Pacify'd, Sir ! Zoons,Sir, he's a Fool, has not a grainj of Senfe. Were he an ingenious Fellow, or a Man of Parts,! I cou'd bear a kicking from him: But an Abufe from a Bloekr^ head ! I can never fiiffer it. Pert Blockhead, who hat purchas'd by the School, Jufi Senfe enough to make a noted Fool. That flings, Mr. Lovewell. IJOV. Pray, Sir, let me fee it. Lyr. This is imperfect, Sir: But if you pleafe to give youi^ Judgment on this Piece. (Gives him a Paper.[ 'Tis a PieceofBurlefqueon fome of our late Writings. Lov. Ay, you Poets mount firft on the Shoulders of your,. PredccefTors, to fee farther in making Difcoveries; and having once got the upper-hand, you fpurn them under-foot.- fl think you fhou'd bear a Veneration to their very Alhes. Lyr. Aye, if moft of their Writings had been burnt ! I declare, Mr. Lovewell, their Fame has only made them the more' remarkably faulty : Their great Beauties only illuftrate their? greater Errors. Lov. Well, youfaw the new Tragedy, la ft Night; how did it pleaie ye ? Lyr. Very well; it made me laugh heartily. Lov. What, laugh at a Tragedy ! Lyr. I laugh to lee the Ladies cry; to fee fo many weep af the Death of the fabtdous Hero: W h o wou'd but laugh, if the Poet that made 'em were hang'dl On my Confcience^ thefe Tragedies make the Ladies vent all their Love and Ho-noiu? V |
