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EPILOGUE,'

TO BE SPOKEN IN THE CHARACTER OF

TONY LUMPKIN.

BY J. CRADOCK, Esq.

WELL-now all's ended-and my comrades gone,
Pray what becomes of mother's nonly son?
A hopeful blade!-in town I'll fix my station,
And try to make a bluster in the nation :
As for my cousin Neville, I renounce her,
Off—in a crack—I'll carry big Bet Bouncer.

Why should not I in the great world appear? I soon shall have a thousand pounds a-year! No matter what a man may here inherit, In London-gad, they've some regard to spirit. I see the horses prancing up the streets, And big Bet Bouncer bobs to all she meets; Then hoiks to jigs and pastimes, every night— Not to the plays-they say it a'n't polite;

This came too late to be spoken.

To Sadler's Wells, perhaps, or operas go,
And once, by chance, to the roratorio.
Thus here and there, for ever up and down,
We'll set the fashions too to half the town;
And then at auctions-money ne'er regard,
Buy pictures like the great, ten pounds a-yard:
Zounds! we shall make these London gentry say,
We know what's damn'd genteel as well as they.

AN

ORATORIO.

NOW FIRST PRINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL IN
DR GOLDSMITH'S HAND-WRITING.

VOL. II.

22

THE PERSONS.

FIRST JEWISH PROPHET.
SECOND JEWISH PROPHET.

ISRAELITISH WOMAN.

FIRST CHALDEAN PRIEST.

SECOND CHALDEAN PRIEST.

CHALDEAN WOMAN.

CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS.

SCENE THE BANKS OF THE RIVER EUPHRATES, NEAR

BABYLON.

ACT I.

FIRST PROPHET.

RECITATIVE.

YE captive tribes, that hourly work and weep
Where flows Euphrates murmuring to the deep,
Suspend your woes awhile, the task suspend,
And turn to God, your father and your friend.
Insulted, chain'd, and all the world our foe,
Our God alone is all we boast below.

AIR.

FIRST PROPHET.

Our God is all we boast below,

To him we turn our eyes;
And every added weight of woe
Shall make our homage rise.

SECOND PROPHET.

And though no temple richly dressed,

Nor sacrifice are here;

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