WRITTEN BY JOHN TAYLOR, ESQ. SPOKEN BY MR. HOLMAN. IN these dread times, when War's unfated rage Or, drench'd in blood, with impious rage combine, The cafual impulfe of his paffions law. Around Around her fane, with venerable grace, And ftation'd highest, to survey the whole; DRAMATIS 1. THE WORLD IN A VILLAGE, ACT I SCENE I. A Room in JOLLYBOY'S Houfe. MARGERY difcovered adjusting the furniture and finging. Enter JOLLYBOY. AH, dame! fo that Mifs Louifa's room is dizen'd out, all the rest of the houfe may go at fixes and fevens. Marg. Hufband! How crufty you've got with our lodger Mifs Louifa, only because fhe's a lady, and you think he has a deal of money. Foll. Why, to be fure her money did not do much mischief when it bought warm cloathing for half the poor of our village, and the fetting up a little school and paying you for teaching the children, as our rafcally rich folks here refufed to establish one; our gentry expect forfooth, 'cause I'm a miller, I must cringe and fneak; but I'll never bow to the VOL. IV. golden |