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On Opening the New THEATRE ROYAL in LIVERPOOL,
On Friday, June 5, 1772.
WHEREVER Commerce spreads the swelling
Long too has Mersey rolld her golden tide, And seen proud vessels in her harbours ride : Oft on her banks the Muse's fons would roam, And wish'd to settle there a certain home;
Condenm’d, alas ! to hawk unlicens’d Bayes,
* MR. GIBSON, lase of the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden,
On the Departure of the MANAGER of the THEATRU
Royal COVENT-GARDEN, May 26, 7774.
Spoken by Miss BARSANTI.
Kings and Mock Kings submit alike to Fate.
Hung be the Stage with black ! and Juliet's Bell, 'Midft flashing Refin, toll our monarch's knell ! While we with tragick plumes and mournful verse, In flow procession all attend his hearse. First, in dead march the mufickanbrac'd drums Then with a monstrous purse the Treasurer comes. The hugeness of the bag your fancy cozens ! Prick it! and outcome Orders by whole Dozens! Swell'd as it is, no substance sure enough; No cash-but like a bladder blown-all puff ! Two tiny Fairies bear an Epitaph ; Two Printers next, with each a Paragraph; Both boasting of Applause that ne'er was shown, And crouded Houses that were never known.
Big as a Sybil's Self, or something bigger,
Thus having buried him let's waive Diffection!
TO THE COMEDY OF BON TON.
Spoken by Mr.: KING.
And Words and Perriwigs have both their day. Each have their purlieus too, are modish each In stated districts, Wigs as well as Speech. The Tyburn Scratch, thick Club, and Temple Tye, The Parson's Feather-top, frizz'd broad and high! The Coachman's Cauliflow'r, built tiers on tiers ! Differ not more from Bags and Brigadiers, Than great St. George's, or St. James's stiles, From the broad dialect of Broad St. Giles.
What is Bon Ton! -Oh, damme, cries a Buck -Half drunk-ak me, my dear, and you're in luck! Bon Ton's to swear, break windows, beat the watch, Pick up a wench, drink healths, and roar a catch. Keep it up, keep it up! damme, take your swing ! Bon Ton is Life, my Boy; Bon Ton's the Thing !