ck THE : LOTTERY. eek | 4 F A RC E As it is Acted at the ToHzarre-RoyvaL in Drury-Lane. K By His MAJEST Y’s Servants, With the MUSICK prefix’d to each SONG. The FIFTH EDITION. Printed for A. M11 aR in the Strand, M.DCC.LXI. [ Price One Shilling. ]7) gle 1 GOsPROLOGUE, Spoke by Mr. CIBBER, Jun S Tragedy prefcribes to Paffion Rules, A So Comedy delights to punifb Fools ; . And while at nobler Game foe boldly fits Farce challenges the Vulgar as her Prime. Some Fallies fearce perceptible appear In that juft Glafi, which foews you as you are, But Farce fiill claims a magnifying Right, To raife the Object larger to the Sight, . i And fhew ber Infeet Fools in ftronger Light. Emplicit Faith is to her Poets due, And all her laughing Legends fiill are true. Thus when fome Conjurer does Wives tranflate, What dull affetied Critick damns the Cheat? ‘ Or foould we fee Credulity profound, Give to Ten Thoufand Fools, Ten Thoufand Pound 5 Should we bebold poor Wretches horfe away The Labour of a Twelvemanth in a Day; Nay, fhould our Poet, with his Mufe agog, Show you an Alley-Broker for a Rogue, The’ *tis a moft impoffible Suggeftion, Faith! think it all but Farce, and grant the Queftien. eos? E PI-EPILOGUE. Spoke by Mis RAF TOR. UD! Pm almoft.afham’d to foew my Face! _ Was ever Woman like my Lady Lace? Maids have been often Wives, and Widows foon, - But, Pm Maid, Wife, and Widow all in one, Who'd truft to Fortune, if foe plays fuch Pranks? Ten Thoufand anda Lord! and both prove Blanks? A piteous Cafe! and what is fill more madding, Fo lofe fo fine a Lord before I had bim. Had all been well till Honey-Moon was over, 2 Us had been then no Wonder to difcover, L anew Miftres. Hea rival Lover. To wake {0 foon from fuch delicious Dreams, Such pure, polite, extravagant fine Schemes Of Plays, and Operas, and Mafquerades, Of Equipage, Quadrille, and powder’d Blades, And all blown up at once Ob! horrid Sentence! Fore'd to take up at laf? —with — faugh! an old Acquaintance. But hold. when my Misfortunes I recal, Agad! ’tis well I've any Man at all. Yet, fince difcarded once at fuck foort Warning, ‘This too may turn me off to-morrow Morning. Sf that foould happen, I were finely flur’d; What frould I then do? What ! wiy get a third, Well, if be does, as I have caufe to fear, To-morrow Night, Gallants, you'll find me here. waTABLE of the Soncs. AIRx. A Lottery is a Taxation. . Page 1 2. Here arg the bef Horfes. P 3 3. The Soldier, in a hard Campaign. . Pp 4. Women in vain Love's powerful Torrent. p. 8 §5- How haplefs is the Virgin’s Fate, ‘Pp 9 6. Farewel, ye Hills and Valleys. Pp. 10 z Ob what Pleafures will abound. Pp. Ir - When Love is lodg'd within the Heart, p13 .. Alas! my Lord, you're too fevere, Pp. 15 10. Pve often heard. p- 16 11. Some confounded Planet reigning. p. 18 12. Dear Sir, be not in fuch a Paffion. Pp. 19 13. Ab think, my Lord! how I foou'd grieve. Pp. 21 14. Ob bow charming my Life will be. p- 22 15. When the Candidate offers his Purfe. P. 23 16. The Lottery juft is beginning. Pp. 25 17. In allTrades we've had. p- 28 18. Number One Hundred Thirty Two! Px 29 19. Number Six Thoufand Eighty Two. ibid. 20. Now, my dear Chloe, behold a true Lover. P. 31 21. Since you whom I lov'd. Pp. 32 aa. That the World is a Lottery, what Man can doubt? p. 33 DRAMATIS'-DRAMATIS PERSONAE. , MEN, Mr. Stocks, © : Mr. Harper. \Jack Stocks, Mr, Gibber, Juns Firft Buyer, Mr. Berry. Second Buyer, @.Hackney-Coachman, Mr. Maullart. Lovemore, Mr. Stoppelaer. Whitk, Mr. R.Wetherilt. WOMEN. Chloe, Mifs Raftor. Mrs. Stocks, Sifter-in-law to Stocks, | Mrs. Wetberilt. Jenny, Mifs. Williams, Lady, oe Mrs. Oates. ~ Servants, &c. SCENE, LONDON.’THE LOT TER Y. I. Stocks alone, Set by Mr. § C E N’E Mr AIR L SEEDO. And Head'n be praisv’dy It is eafily raisd,. For, Fally’s a Fund, Will never lofe Ground, ” Whije Fools are fo rife in the Nation. Credulity’s always in Fafbion : MALO T TERY isa Taxation, A & Upon all the Fosls in Creation ; [Knocking without. Enur2 THE LOTTERY. Enter 1 Buyer. x Buyer. Is not this a Houfe where People buy -Lottery- Tickets ? Stockse Yes, Sir good Tickets as any one. 1 Buyer. I fuppofe, Sir, ’tis all one to you, what Number a Man fixes on. Stocks. Any of my Numbers. 1 Buyer. Becaufe I wou’d be glad to have it, Sir, the Manber of my own Years, or my Wife's ; or if I cou’d not have either of thofe, I wou’d be glad to haveit the Number of my Mother’s. Stocks. Ay, or fuppofe now, it was the Number of your Grand- mother's ? 1 Buyer. No, no! She has no Luck in Lotteries: She hada whole Ticket, once, and got but fifty Pounds by it. Stocks. A very unfortunate Perfon, truly. Sir, my Clerk will © furnith you, if you'll walk that way up to the Office. Ha, ha, ha! ‘There’s one 10000 /. got. — What an abundance of ima- ginary rich Men will one Month reduce to their former Poverty [Knocking without.] Come in. I believe I can furnifh you with as Enter 2. Buyer. 2 Buyer. Does not your Worthip let Hor/es, Sir? Stocks. Ay, Friend. . 2 Buyer. Ihave got a little Money by driving a Hackney. Coach, and I intend to ride it out in thé Lottery. Stocks. You are in the right, it is the way to drive your own Coach. . 2. Buyer. I don’t know, Sir, that —— but I am willing to be in Fortune’s way, as the Saying is. Stocks. You are a wife Man, and it is not impoffible but you may bea rich one. “tis not above————no matter, how many. to one, but that you are this Night worth 10000/, AIRTHE LOTTERY. 5 AIR IL. Free-Mafons Tune. Here are the beft Horfes, That ever ran Courfes, Here is the beft Pad for your Wife, Sir ; Who rides one a Day, If Luck’s in bis way, May ride in a Coach all his Life, Sir. The Sportfinan efleems The Horfe more than Gems, That leaps o’er a pitiful Gate, Sir 5 °°)... But here is the Hack, Uf you fit. but is Back, * WPAll leap you into an Eflate, Sir. 2 Buyer. How long a Man may labour to get that at work, which he can get in a Minute at play!THE LOTTERY. Black Joke. AIR Il. And £ §3° S$. &5 . Ss Ss .s dons st PS .e. | OSS 28 Eb ES y E&YEsSo os a BSS SsvsS az Bisse saeS ga § SSepgy es gse SFR tCeSPss cay SOg oS FY Os gS Sees Ps ss ~ Spl se cSN sess SS3Hs4 Fagyst BoP aR LESS a SSESTESSS SS es ezSO 88 y ES €s 45 aaTHE LOTTERY... 5 And belike you, Sir, I wou’d willingly ride upon the Number of my Coach. Stocks. Mr. Trick, let that Gentleman have the Number of his Coach— [Afde.] No matter whether we have it or no. — As the Gentleman is riding to 2 Caftle in the Air, an airy Horfe is the propereft to carry him. [Knocking hard without.] Heyday ! this is fome Perfon of Quality by the Impudence of the Foot- man. . Enter Lady. Lady. Your Servant, Mr. Stocks. Stocks. I am your Ladyfhip’s moft obedient Servant. Lady, 1 am come to buy fome Tickets, and hire fome Horfes, Mr. Stocks, ——I intend to have twenty Tickets, and ten Horfes every Day. Stocks. By which, if your Ladyfhip has any Luck, you may very eafily get 30 or 400004 Lady. Peafe to look, at thofe Jewels, Sir -— they coft my Lord upwards of 6000 4. Tintend to lay out what you will Tend upon ’em. Stocks. If your Ladythip pleafes to walk up into the Dining- Room, I'll wait on you in a Moment. Enter Porter. Well, Friend, what’s your Bufinefs? Porter. Here is a Letter for -you, an’t pleafe you, Stocks. [Reading.] ' Brother Stocks, ERE is a young Lady come to lodge at my Houfe from the Country, has defired me to find out fome one who may inftruc? her how to difpofe of 100001. to the beft Advantage. I believe you will find her worth your Acquaintance; fhe feems a-mere No~ vice, and I fuppofe has juft receiv’d her Fortune, which i is all that’s needful from | Your affeGtionate Brother, Tim. Stocks, Ba ; Very6 THE LOTTERY. Very well. It requires no other Anfwer than that I will. come. [Knocking hard without.) Heyday ! ! more People of Quality [Opens the Door. Enter Jack Stocks. Ha! F. Stocks. Your Servant, Brother. Stocks. Your Servant, Brother. ———-Why, I have not feen you this Age. F. Stocks. Ihave been a Man of great Bufinefs lately. Stocks. I hope your Bufinefs has turn’d to a good Account.— T hope you have clear’d handfomly. F. Stocks. Ay, it bas turn’d to a very good Account. have clear’d my Pockets, Faith! ——— Stocks. Tam forry for that ———— but I hope you will excufe me at prefent, dear Brother. Here is a Lady of Quality ftays for me; but as foon as this Hurry of bufinefs is over, I fhou’d be very glad to — drink a Difh with you at any Coffee- Houfe you will appoint. F. Stocks. Oh! I fhall not detain you long ; and fo tocut the Affair as fhort as poffible, I defire you wou’d lend mea brace of Hundreds. Stocks. Brother ! F. Stocks. A brace of Hundreds! 200/. in your. own Lan- guage. Stocks. Dear Fack, you know I wou’d as foon lend you 200 /. as one, but I am at prefent fo out ,of Cath, that F. Stocks. Come, come, Brother, no Equivocation: 200 /.1 mutt have, and will. Stocks. Muft have, and will ! if you-can get ’em. F. Stocks. Sdeath ! you fat Rafcal ; what Title had you to come into the World before me? Stocks. You need not mention that, Brother; you know, my Riches, if Ihave any, are owing to my Induftry ; as your Po- verty is to your Lazinefs, and Extravagance. and I have rais’d myfelf by the Multiplication-Table, as you have undone yourfelf at the Hazard-Table. -I Ay, and fhall have too, F- Stocks.THE LOTTERY... 7 F- Stocks. That is as much as to fay, I have undone myfelf like aGentleman, and you have rais’d yourfelf like a Pick- pocket——Sirrah, you are a Scandal to the Family, you are the firft Tradefman, that has been in it. Stocks. Ay, and the firft that has been worth a Groat in it. And tho’ you don’t deferve it, I have thought of a Method to put you in a way to make you the Second. There, read that Letter. [J. Stocks reads it to himfelf.] Well, Sir, what fay you to 10000 /. anda Wife? F. Stocks. Say! that I only want to know how to get them. Stocks. Nothing fo eafy. — As fhe is certainly very filly, you may depend upon it, fhe will be very fond of a Lac’d Coat, and a Lord. —— Now I will make over both thofe to you in an ” Inftant. My Lord Lace has pawn’d his laft Suit of Birth- Night Clothes to me; and as I intend to break before he can re- deem, em —— The Clothes and the Title are both at your Ser- vice. So, if your Lordfhip pleafes to walk in, I will but juft difpatch my-Lady, and be with you. _ #. Stocks. If 1 can but nick this time, Ame’s-Ace, I defy thee. ; - [Exeunt. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOHN SCENE IL. Enter Lovemore. What a Chace has this Girl led me? However, I have track’d her all the way, till within a few Miles of this Town. If I ftart her again, let her look to’t. ——- I am miftaken, or fhe began to find her Paffion growing too violent, before the attempted this Flight — and when once a Woman is fairly wounded, ‘let her fy where fhe will, the Arrow {till ‘fticks in her Side. AIR8 THE LOTTERY. ~ AIR IV. Ghbheisfalfe, but ftill the is charming. Women in vain Love's powerful Tortent, With unequal Strength oppofes Reafon, a while, may flem the firong Current, Love fill at laft ber Soul 0’ erflows. Pleafures inviting, : Paffions exciting, Her Lover charms her, Of Pride difarms her Down, down fhe goes. Enter Whitk. So, Whifk, have you heard any news ? Whifk. News, Sir! ay, I have heard News, and fuch as will furprife you. Love. What ! no Rival, I hope. 7 Whif. You will have Rivals enough now, I fuppofe. Why, your Miftrefs is got into a fine Lodging in Pall- Mall — I found her out by meeting that Baggage her Maid, in the . Street,‘THE LOTTERY. 9 Street, who wou’d fcarce {peak to me. I follow’d her to the Door ; where, in a very few Minutes, came out fuch a Proceffion of Milliners, Mantua-makers, Dancing-mafters, Fidlers, and the Devil knows what ; as I once remember at the equipping a Parliament-Man’s Country Lady, to pay her firft Vifit. Love. Ha ! by all that’s infamous, fhe is in Keeping already 5 fome Bawd has made Prize of her as fhe alighted from the Stage-Coach. —— While the has been flying from my Arms, the has fallen into the Colonel’s. AIR V. Set by Mr. SEEDO. How haplefi és the Virgin's Fate, Whom all Mankind’ s purfuing ; For while foe flies this treach'rous Bait, From that, foe meets her Ruin. So the poor Hare, when out of breath, From Hound to Man is preft, Then fhe encounters certain Death, And feapes the gentler Beaft. [Exeunt. Enter Chloe, and Jenny. Chloe, Oh Fenny! mention not the Country, I faint at the Sound of it——— there is more Pleafure in the Rattling of one ' Hackney-Io THE LOTTERY. Hackney-Coach, than in all the Mofick that Romances tell us, of finging Birds, and falling Waters. AIR VI. Set by Mr.SEEDO. - Farewel, ye Hills, and Valleys ; Farwel, ye verdant Shades ; PU make more pleafant Sallies, ' To Plays and Mafquerades. With Fay, for Town I barter ” Thofe Banks where Flowers grow 5 What are Rofes toa Garter ? What Lilies toa Beaw? Fenny. Ay, Madam. come up. Chloe. Oh, ‘Fenny ! be under no Apprehenfion. It is not only from what the Fortune-teller told me, but I faw it in a Coffee- Dith, andI have dreamt of it every Night thefe three Weeks,— Indeed, I am fo fure of it, that I think of nothing but how I thall Jay it out. : Fenny. Oh, Madam! there is nothing fo eafy in Nature, in this Town, as laying it out. a Chloe. Firft of all, Fenny, I will buy one of the beft Houfes in Town, and furnifh it.——=Then Lintend to fet up my Coach | and wou'd the 10000 /, Prize were onceTHE LOTTERY... a and Six, and have fix fine tall Footmen.—Then I will buy me as many Jewels as I can wear.—All forts of fine Clothes!’ll have too. ‘Thefe I intend to purchafe immediately: And then for the reft, I thall make a fhift, you know, to fpend it in Houfe- keeping, Cards, Plays, and Mafquerades, and other Diverfions. Fenny. It is poffible you may. thoufand of her Ten, already. Chlee. Well, I thall be a happy Creature.. gin, methinks. I long to be- ATR VII. In Perfeus and Andromeda. Ob what Pleafures will abound, When Pe got ten thoufand Pound! Ob how courted I fhall be ! Ob what Lords will kneel to me! Whe’ ll difpute my Wit and Beauty, When my golden Charms are found? O what Flattery, In the Lottery, When I've got ten thoufand Pound! An’tI ftrangely alter’d in one Week, Fenny ? Don’t I begin to look as if I was born and bred in London, already? Eh! does not the nafty red Colour go down out of my Face? Han’tIa good deal of pale Quality in me? Fenny, Oh, Madam | youcome on glorioufly. c ' Enter She has laid out Twenty.12, ‘THE. LOTTERY. Eue Servant. Serv. Madam ! here’s one Mr. Spadille at the Door. Chloe. Mr. Spadille ! Who is that? _ Fenny. It is your Ladythip’s Quadrille Mafter, Madam. * Chhe, Bid him come another time. I ari’t in a humour to learn any thing more this morning.—I’ll take two Leffons to- morrow tho’ ——~ for they tell me one is not qualify’d for any Company, till one can play at Quadrille. Serv. Mr. Stocks the Broker too, Madam, is below. Chloe, Qh! that’s the Gentleman who is to difpofe of my Ten thoufand Pound for me—defire him to walk up. Is it not pretty now to have fomany Vifitants? Is not this better than ftaying at home for whole Weeks, and feeing none but the Curate and his Wife, or the Squire? Fenny. It may be better for you, ae feeing the Squire ; for, if I miftake not, had you ftay’d many Weeks longer, he had been a dangerous Vifitant. Chloe. am afraid fo too—for I began to be in love with him, and when once a Woman’s in ioe — Fenny. Lud have Mercy upon her !, AIRTHE LOTTERY. 13 AIR VII. Set by Mr. SEEDO. Chloe. When Love is lodg’d within the Heart, Poor Virtue to the Outworks flies 5 The Tongue, in Thunder, takes her part, She darts in Lightning from the Eyes. From Lips and Eyes with gifted Gracey In vain we keep out charming Sin, For Love will find fome weaker Place To let the dear Invader in. Enter Stocks. Stocks. had the Honour of receiving your Commands, Madam. Chhe. Sir, your humble Servant.—Your Nameis Mr. Stocés, I fuppofe. Stocks. So I am call’d in the Alley, Madam ; a Name, tho’ T fay it, which wou’d be. as well receiv’d at the bottom of a piece of Paper, as any He’s in the Kingdom. But if I mif- take not, Madam, you wou’d be inftructed how to difpofe of 10000 /. Chloe. 1 wou'd fo, Sir. 7 Stocks. Why, Madam, you know at prefent, Public Intereft is very low, and private Securities very difficult to get — andI am forry to fay it, I am afraid there are fome in the Alley who are not the honefteft Men in the Kingdom. In fhort, there is one C2 way14 THE LOTTERY. way to difpofe of Money with Safety and Advantage, and that is to put it into the Charitable Corporation. Chloe. The Charitable Corporation ! pray what is that ? Stocks. That is, Madam, a Method invented, by fome very wife Men, by which the Rich may be charitable to the Poor, and be Money in Pocket by it. “Enter Servant. Serv. Madam, here is one my Lord Lace defires to know if ~ you are at home, Chloe. Lord Lace! Oh Gemini! who’s that? + Stocks. He is a Man of the firft Quality, and one of the beft Eftates in the Kingdom: Why, he’s as rich as a Supercargo. Enter Jack Stocks, as Lord Lace. F. Stocks. Bid the Chair return again an Hour hence, and give . Orders that the Chariot be not us’d this Evening:-—Madam, I am your moft obedient humble Servant.—Ha ! Egad, Madam, I afk ten thoufand Pardons, I expected to have met another Lady. Stocks. 1 fuppofe your Lordfhip means the Countefs of —- ‘F. Stocks. Ay, the Countefs of Seven Dials, Stocks. She left thefe Lodgings this Day-Se’nnight, my Lord, ‘ which was the Day this Lady came into ’em. F. Stocks. I fhall never forgive myfelf being guilty of fo great an Error; and unlefs the Breath of my Submiffion can blow up the Redundancy of your Good-nature, till it raife the Wind of Compaffion, I fhall never be able to get into the Harbour of Quiet. Stocks, Well faid, Faith the Boy has got fomething by following Plays, I fee. [Mide. Chice, Is this one of your proud Lords? Why, he is ten times more humble than the Parfon of our Parith. F. Stocks. Ha! and are you then refolv’d not to pardon me ! Oh! it is now too late ; you may pronounce my Pardon with your Tongue, when you have executed me-with your Eyes. AIRSeeeeeeeee tener SS Oe THE LOTTERY. 145 AIR IX. Set by Mr, SEEDO. Chloe. Alas! my Lord, you're too fevere, Upon fo fight a thing ; And fince I dare not {peak for fear, Oh give me leave to fing. A Rural Maid you find in me, - That Fate Pve oft deplor’d ; Yet think not I can angry be, With fuch a noble Lord. F. Stocks. Oh ravifhing ! exquifite ! Exftafy ! Joy! Tranfport! -Mifery! Flames! Ice ! How fhall I thank this Goodnefs that undoes me !. Chloe, Undoes you, my Lord! F- Stocks. Oh Madam! there is a hidden Poifon in thofe Eyes, for which Nature has no Antidote. Senny. My Lord has the fame Defigns as the Squire, I fear, he makes Love too violent for it to be honourable. [Mide, Chloe. Alas my Lord! I am young and ignorant —tho’ you fhall find Ihave Senfe enough to make a good Market. [Afide. F- Stocks. Oh Madam ! you wrong your own Charms. —— Mr. Stocks, do you fend this Lady the Diamond Ring you have of mine to fet.—Shall I beg you wou’d honour it with wearing ? It is a. Trifle, not worth above 3000 /.—You fhall have it again the Day after we are marry’d, upon Honour. [Afide to Stocks. Stocks.16 THE LOTTERY. Stocks. It hall be fent to your Lordfhip’s Order in three Days time which will be after you are marry’d, if you are marry’d at all. [Afde to him. Chie. Indeed, my Lord, Tknow not-what to fay. F. Stocks. Nor I neither, Rat me! [Afide.] Say but you will be mine. Chloe. You are too hafty, Sir. Do youthink I can give my Confent at firft Sight ? F. Stocks. Oh ! it isthe ‘Town way of Wooing; People of Fafhion never fee one another above twice before Marriage — Stocks. Which may be the reafon why fome of ’em fcarce fee one another above twice after they are marry’d. : F. Stocks. I wou’d not prefume to afk fuch a thing, if I were not preffed by Neceffity. For, if I am not marry’d ina Day or two, I fhall be oblig’d to marry another whom I have promis’d already. Chhe. Nay, if you have been once falfe, you will always be fo. AIR X. Set by SEEDO, Dve often heard . Two things averr’d By my dear Grandmamma, To be as fure, As Light is pure, As Knawery in Law. The_THE LOTTERY, 17 The Man who'll prove Once falfe ta Love, Wiil fill make Truth bis Scoff’ And Woman that Has — you know what, Will never leave it off: Stocks. I fee, Madam, this is a very improper time for Bufinels, fo I'll wait on your Ladyfhip in the Afternoon. F. Stocks. Let me beg leave, Madam, to give you a little Ad- vice. I know fomething of this Town. — Have nothing to do with that Fellow, he is one of the greateft Rogues that ever was hang’d. . Chloe. I thought, my Lord, you had fpoke juft now as if you had employ’d him too. F. Stocks. Yes, Madam, yes, —the Fellow has fome 40 or 50000 /. of mine in his Hands, which, if ever I get out, I give you my Honour, if Ican help it, Pll never fee his Face again. . But as for your Money, don’t trouble yourfelf about it,leave the _ Difpofal of that to me—I’ll warrant I find Ways to lay it out. Enter Lovemore. Lovem. My Chloe ! Ha! can you turn thus difdainful from me? Chloe. Sir, I know you not. Lovem. Not know me! And is this the Fellow for whom I am unknown ? this Powder-Puff- Have you furrender’d to him in one Week, what I have been Ages in foliciting? F. Stocks. Harkye, Sir,—whoever you are, I wou’d not have you think, becaufe I ama Beau, and a Lord, that I won’t fight. Lovem. A‘Lord! Oh! there it is! the Charms are in the * Title-—What elle can you fee in this walking Perfume-fhop, that can charm you? Is this the Virtue, and the Virtue, that you have been thund’ring in my Ears? Sdeath! I am diftra€ted! that ever a Woman fhou’d be proof againft the Arts of Man- kind, and fall a Sacrifice to a Monkey. AIR18 THE LOTTERY, AIR XL Son’ Confufe. Muft have mov'd you to thefe Airs 5 Or could your Inclination : Stoop fo low, From my Pafficn, To a Beax? Blood and Thunder! Wounds and Wonder ! Can you under-rate me fo ? But fince I, to each Pretender My Pretenfions muft furrender, Ferwel all your Frowns and Scorns 3 Rot me, Madam, 1 ~ Wifh my Rival Foy! Much Foy! much Foy of his Horns. - Zounds { aTHE LOTTERY. * Zounds ! and Furies! can I bear it? 19 3 a & a Be g § SI § <3 Ro 8 Cannot prove Ha fuch Evils, ly ip hove. Blood and Thunder ! Wounds and Wonder ! Whe ’d be under 's Love? Woman’. AIR XIL SEEDO. Set by Mr. “Love é es og aN Ss 3s ss S525 SSE EN SASS 8 Sx 8 SRR siigt 8s S32 BESS: Qh NQ- 3 2 oS is)20 THE LOTTERY. Love. Dear Madam, be not in fuch a Fury, For from &t. James's to Drury, No Widow you ll find, No Wife of your Mind. Chloe. Ab hideous ! I cannot endure you. “Ab! fee him———how neat ! Ab! fmell kim how feet I Ah ? hear but his honey Words flow 5 What Maid in her Senfess But muft fall into Tranccs, - At the fight of fo lovely a Beau! F. Stocks. Ha, ha, ha! we are very much oblig’d to you, Madam.—Ha, ha !—Squire Noodle, faith you make a very odd fort of a ridiculous Figure, Ha, ha ! Chlee. Not worth your Lordthip’s Notice. Lovem. } wou'd advife you, my Lord, as you love the Safety of that pretty Perfon of yours, not to let me find it at my Re- turn 5 for if I come within the Smell of your Pulvilio, I will fo metamorphofe your Beaufhip F. Stocks. Impudent Scoundrel ! Chie, I am frighten’d out of my Wits, for I know he is very defperate. ‘F. Stocks. Oh, Madam ! leave me to deal with him ; I'll let alittle Light thro’ his Body. Chie. Ah! but my Lord! what will be the Confequence of that? F. Stocks. Nothing at all, Madam Thave kill’d half 4 Dozen fuch dirty Fellows, and no Netice taken of it. Chloe. For my fake, my Lord, have a care of yourfelf. AIRTHE LOTTERY; a1 AIR. XIIL. Set by Mr.SEEDO. Ab think, my Lord! how I foou'd grieve, To fee your Lordfhip bang'd ; But greater fill my Fears, believe, , Left I foou'd fee you hang’d. Ab! who cow'd fee, On Tyburn Tree, You fwinging in the Air! A halter round Your white Neck bound, Janfted of Solitare. « F. Stocks, To prevent all Danger, then, let us be marry’d this Inftant. Chloe. Oh'f?! my Lord ; the World will fay I am a ftrange forward Creature. F- Stocks. The World, Madam, might be faucy enough to talk of you, if you were marry’d to a private Gentleman but as you will be a Woman of Quality, they won’t be fur- pris’d at any thing you do. ; Chloe. People of Quality have indeed Privileges, they fayy beyond other People ; and I Jong to be one of them. Da AIR‘92 THE LOTTERY. AIR XIV. White Joak. Ob how charming my Life will be, When Marriage has made me a fine Lady! In Ghariat, fix Horfes, and Diamonds bright, In Flanders Lace, and ’brotdery Clothes, O bow Pil flame it among the Beaus ! "In Bed all the Day, at Cards all the Night. O! how Pil revel the Hours away ! ; Sing it, and Dance it, Coquette it, and Play ; | With Feafting, Toafting, | Fefting, Roafting, . | Ranium Scantum, Flanting Fanting, Laughing at all the World can fay. [Exeunt. so ‘Genny. This is fomething like—there is fome Mettle in thefe ‘Lendon Lords.—Our poor Country Squires will always put us to-the Bluth of confenting — thefe Sparks know a Woman’s Mind before the fpeaks it. Well, it is certainly a great Comfort to a Woman, who has done what fhe fhou’d net do, that fhe did it without her own Confent. 7 Enter Lovemore. Love. Ha! flown? Mrs, ‘Fenny, where’s your Miftrefs ? Senny. My Miftrefs, Sir, with my Matter. Leve. Damnation ! Where ? Shew me this Inftant, and — Fenny. And what? It is furprifing to me how a Man of Mr. Lovemiore’s $enfe fhou’d purfue a Woman who ufes him fo ill—when, to t certain Knowledge, there is a Woman in the World has a much jufter Notion of his Merit. Love. Harkye, Mrs. Adinx, ‘tell me where your Miftrefs is, or I'll fgueeze your little Soul out. 7 ‘Fenny. Oh, Murder ! Murder ! help |! Murder! Enter _ . <4THE LOTTERY. 23 _ Enter Mrs, Stocks. Mrs. Stocks, Heyday | what’s the matter ? Who is this com- mitting Murder in my Houfe? who are you, Sir? What Rafcal, what Thief are you, Sir? Hey ! Love. This muft be the Bawd, by the Politenefs of her Lan- guage. [Afide.]|—Dear Madam, be not in fuch a Paffion; Lam no bilking younger Brother ; and tho’ I’m no Lord, you may find me a good Cuftomer, and as good a Paymafter as any lac’d Fop in Chriftendom. Mrs. Stocks. Sir, 1 keep no Shop nor want any of your Cuftom.——What has he done to you, Child? [To Jenny. Fenny. He has done nothing to me, indeed, Madam, only {queez’d me by the Arm, to tell him where my Miftrefs was. Mrs, Stocks. And what have you to do with her Miftrefs? Love. Why Faith, I am like to have nothing to do with her Miftrefs, without your good Offices.— Lookye, Mother, let me have the Firft of her, and here are 500 /. at your Service. Mrs, Stocks. “What does the Saucebox mean ? Love. Ha, ha, ha! AIR XV. Set byMr.SEEDO. When the Candidate offers his Purfe, What Vater requires what he meant ? When a great Man attempts to disburfe, What little Man asks bis Interit ? he24 THE LOTTERY. Are younat then afhan?d, Wheh my Mifirefs Pue nan’d, And my Purfe ve pull d out, Any longer to doubt My Meaning, good Mother. Mrs. Stocks. Mother !—Oh that ever I fhou’d live to fee this Day !——I that have efcap’d the Name of a Whore in my Youth, to be call’d a Bawd in my old age—Sirrah, Sirrah, the Mother that bore you was not an honefter Woman. Enter Jack Stocks, and Chloe. F. Stocks. What’s the matter, Mrs, Stacks ? Mtrs. Stocks. Oh, Madam ! had you heard how I’ve been abus’d upon your Account — here’s a filthy Fellow has, offer’d me Money to Chloe. What, dear Madam ? ‘Mrs, Stocks. To procure him your Ladyfhip—dear Madam.—. F. Stocks. Sir, I defire you wou’d omit any farther ' Solicita- tions to this Lady, and on that Condition, I forgive the paft. This Lady is now Iny Wife. Love. How ! Is this true, Chloe? Chloe, Ev’n as you've heard, Sir. F. Stocks. Here’s a Fellow won’t taks a Lord 's Word fora Wife! Love. Henceforth, I will never oe a Woman’s Word for any thing. ‘F, Stocks. Then I with you'd take yourfelf away, Sir. Love. Sir, J thall take the liberty of ftaying here, becaufe I believe my Company is difagreeable to you. F. Stocks. Very civil, faith !—Come, my Dear, let us leave, this fullen Gentleman to enjoy his Spleen by himéelf. Chloe. Oh my dear Lord! let’s go to the Hall to fee the Lot- tery drawn. Fy, Stocks. If your Ladythip pleafes.—So, dear Squire, adieu ! [ Exit. J. Stocks and Chloe. Love. Vl follow her ftill, for fuch a Coxcomb of a Husband will but give her a better Relifh for a Gallant. (Exit. Fenny. And ll follow you ftill, for fuch Ufage fram one Miftrefs, will give you the better Relith for another. [ Exit. s c i NE oNTHE LOTTERY. 25 RLM SCENE IIL GUILD-HALL. Commiffioners, Clerks, Spe€tators, Mob, &c. 1 Mob. What, are they not drawing yet ? Stocks. No, but theyll, begin prefently. AIR XVI. South-Sea Ballad. Stocks. - The Lottery ju/? is beginning, Twill foon be too late to get an Eflate, For Fortune, lite Dames fond of finning, Does the tardy Adventurer hate. Then if ysu've a mind to have her, To-day with Vigour purfue her, Or elie To-morrow, You'll find to your Sorrmw, She has granted ansther the Favour, Which To-dey fhe intended for you. 1 Mob, Never tell me, Thomas, it is all a Cheat; what do thofe People do behind the Curtain? There’s never any Honefty behind the Curtain. : 2, Mob. Harkye, Neighbour, I fancy there is fomebody in thé ‘Wheels that gives out what Tickets he pleafes; for if you mind, fometimes26 THE LOTTERY. fometimes there are twenty Blanks drawn together, and then- two or three Prizes. 1 : . 1 Mob. Nay, if there be twenty Blanks drawn together, it mutt be a Cheat; for, you know, the Man where I hired my ~ Horfes told me there was not quite Ten Blanks toa Prize. 2 Mob. Pox take their Horfes ! Iam fure they have run away with all the Money IJ have brought to Town with me. 1 Mob. And yet it can’t be all a Cheat, neither; for you ‘know Mrs. Sugarfops of our Town got Twenty Pound. 2. Mob. Ay, you Fool ; but does not her Brother live with a Parliament-Man ? 1 Mob. But he has nothing to do with the Lottery, has he ? 2 Mob. Ah, Laud help thee! — Who can tell what he has to do with it! . : . 1 Mob. But here’s Mrs. Sugarfops herfelf. Enter Mrs. Sugarfops. Sug. ‘How do you, Neighbour Harrow ? 2 Mob. Ah! Mrs. Sugarfops! you are alucky Woman. Sug. I with you would make your Words good. 2 Mob. Why, have not you got Twenty Pound in the Lottery ? Sug. Ah Lud ! that’s all rid away, and Twenty Pounds more to it— Oh! ’tis all a Cheat; they let one’get alittle at firft, only to draw one in, that’s all. I have hired a Horfe To-day, and if I get nothing: by that, I’ll go down into the Country ‘To-morrow. 1 Mob. | intend to tide no longer, nor Neighbour Graze here neither.—He and I go halves in a Ticket To-day.—See here isthe Number. _ ; Sug. AsI live, the very Ticket I have hired myfelf! 2 Mob, Nay, that cannot be. It may be the fame Number perhaps, but it cannot be the fame Ticket, for we have the whole Ticket for ourfelves. _ Sug. I tell you, we are both cheated. Irifoman. Upon my Shoul it is very brave Luck, indeed ; the Deel take me but this will be brave News to carry back to Ereland. \ 1 Mob.soogleTHE LOTTERY. 29 ’ ATR XVII. Now ponder well, ye Parents dear. .1 Procl. Number One Hundred Thirty Twot 2 Procl. That Number isa Blank. 1 Procl, Number One Hundred Ninety Nins! 2 Procl. And that's another Blank. 1 Procl. Number Six Thoufand Seventy Que! _2 Procl. _ That Number Blank is found. _ 1 Procl. Number Six Thoufand Eighty Tuo, 2 Proch Ob! that is Twenty Pound. 1 Mob. Oh! ho! are you come ?I am glad to find there are fome Prizes here. AIR XIX. Duteb Skipper. Second Part. 1 Procl. Number Six Thoufand Eighty Two, ‘2 Procl. Is Twenty Pound, is Twenty Pound. 1 Procl. Number Six Thoufand Eighty Two ! 2 Procl. Ob! that is Twenty Pound. E2 You30 THE LOTTERY. You fee ’tis all fair See nothing is there [Pointing to the Boys, who The Hammer goes down, — hold up their Hands. Hy Prefto! be gone, And up comes the Twenty Pound. ; Chorus. You fee, ‘tis all fair, 8c. : 1 Prel, Forty Five Thoufand Three Hundred and Ten, 2 Procl. Blank. x Procl. Sixty One Thoufand Ninety Seven. 4 Mob, Stand clear ! ftand clear! that’s my Ticket. 2 Procl, Blank. 4 Mob. Oh Lud! Oh Lud! * (Exit. crying. 1 Procl. Number Four Thoufand Nine Hundred Sixty. 2 Prol. Blank. [Chloe faints. F- Stocks. Help { help. Sug. Here, here are fome Hart/born and Sal-volatile Drops. 1 Mob, Poor Lady ! I fuppofe her Ticket is come up Blank. 2 Mab. May. be her Horfe has thrown her Neighbour. : [The Lottery continues Drawing in dumb Shew. Enter Lovemore and Jenny. F. Stocks, What’s the matter, my Angel? Chlee. Oh! that Jaft Blank was my Ticket, F. Stocks. Ha, ha! and cou’d that give you any Pain? Chloe. Does it not you? F. Stocks, Not a Moment’s, my Dear, indeed. Chloe. And can you bear the Difappointment, without up- braiding me? F- Stocks. Upbraiding you! Ha, ha, ha! With what? Chloe. Why, did not you marry me for my Fortune? F. Stacks. No, no, my Dear- I marry’d you for your Per- fon ; Iwas in love with that only, my Angel. Chice. Then the Lofs of my Fortune fhall give me no longer Uneafinefs. F. Stocks. Lofs of your Fortune ! Ha! How! What! What! Chloe. O my Dear! I had no Fortune, but what I promis’d myfelf from the Lottery. F. Stocks, Ha! Chice.THE LOTTERY. 31 Chloe. So the Devil take all Lotteries, Dreams, and Conjurers. F. Stocks. The Devil take them, indeed — and am I marry’d to a Lottery-Ticket, to an imaginary Ten thoufand Pound? Death ! Hell | and Furies! Blood! Blunders! Blanks ! Chhe. Is this your Love for me, my Lord? F- Stocks. Love for you! Dem you, Fool, Idiot. Fenny. This it is to marry a Lord — he can’t be civil to his Wife the firft Day. Enter Stocks. Stocks. Madam, the Subfcriptions are ready —— and if my Lord F. Stocks. Brother, this is a Trick of yours to ruin’ me. Stocks, Heyday ! Whiat’s the matter now? F- Stocks. Matter ! why, I have had a Levant thrown upon me, Love. The Ten thoufand Pound is come up a Blank, that’s all. . 7 Stocks. A Blank? F- Stocks. Ay,.a Blank! do you pretend to be ignorant of it ? However, Madam, you are bit as well as 1 am, for I am no more a Lord, than you are a Fortune. Chise. Now I’m undone, indeed. AIR XX. Virgins beware. Lovem: Now, my dear Chloe, behold a true Lover, Whom, , tho’ your 'Cruelty feem'd to difdain, Now your Doubts and Fears may difcover, One kind Look’s a Reward for his Pain: Thus32 THE LOTTERY. Thus to fold thee, How blef is Life! Love fhall hold thee - Dearer than Wife. . What Feys in Chains of dull marriage can be ? Love’s only happy, when Liking is free. As you feem, Sir, to have no overbearing Fondnefs for your Wife, Pil take her off your Hands.—As you have mifs’d a For- tune with her, what fay you to a Fortune without her? — Re- ” fign over all Pretenfions in her to me, and I'll give youa thou- fand Pound this Inftant. F. Stocks. Ha! Pox ; I fuppofe they are a thoufand Pounds you are to get in the Lottery. Love. Sir, you thall receive ’em this Moment. “Ff. Stocks. Shall? Then, Sir, to thew you I’ll be before-hand - with you, here fhe is—take her—and if ever I afk her back of you again, may I lofe the whole Thoufand at the firlk Sitting ! - Chloe. And can you part with me fo eafily ? F. Stocks. Part with you ? If I was marry’d to the whole Sex, T'd part with ’cm all for half the Money. - Love. Come, my dear Che, had you been marry’d, as you imagin’d, you fhou’d have loft nothing by the Change. Chloe. A Lord! Faugh! 1 begin to idefpife the Name now, as heartily as I lik’d it before. Cammiffoners, &c. clofe the Wheels, and cme forward. AIR XXI. Set by Mr. SEEDQ. Since you whom I lov'd, Socrual have prow d; Aad you witem 1 fighted, fa trues From esTHE LOTTERY. 33 From my delicate fine powder’ d Spoufe, I retraé all my thrown away Vows, And give with Pleafure to you, Hence all Women learn, When your Husbands grow ftern, And leave you in conjugal Want ; Ne’er whimper and weep out your Eyes, While what the dull Husband denies, Is better fupply'd by Gallant. Stacks. Well, Fack, I hope you'll forgive me, for if I intended you any Harm, may Tickets fall, and all the Horfes I have let To-day, be drawn Blanks To-morrow! ~ F. Stocks. Brother, I believe you; for as I do not apprehend you cou’d*have got a Shilling by being a Rogue, it is poffible you may have been honeft. : Love. Come, my dear Chloe, don’t let your Luck grieve you ~—-you are not the only Perfon has been deceiv’d in a Lottery, AIR XxXIl. That the World is a Lottery, what Man can doubt ? Wroen born, we're put in, when dead, we're drawn out; . And tho’ Tickets are bought by the Fool, and the. Wife, Yet ’tis plain there are more than ten Blanks toa Prize. (Sing Tantararara, Fools all, Fools all. Stocks.34 THE LOTTERY. Stocks. The Court has itfelf a bad Lottery’s Face, Where ten draw a Blank, before ones draws a Place ; » For a Ticket in Law who wou'd give you Thanks? For that Wheel contains fearce any but Blanks. (Sing Tantararara,) Keep out, Keep out. Love. ’Mongft Doétors and Lawyers fome good one are found ; But, alas! they are rare as the Ten Thoufand Pound. How fiarceis a Prize, if with Women you deal, Take care how you marry——for Oh ! in that Wheel. _ (Sing Tantararara,) Blanks all, Blanks all. Stocks. That the Stage is a Lottery, dy all ’tis agreed, Where ten Plays are dazmn'd, ere one can fucceed 3 The Blanks arefo many, the Prizes fo few, We all are undone, unlefs kindly you. . (Sing Tantararara,) Clap all, Clap all.Tre Countess or SaLisBURY. 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