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James at my door then made his parting bow,
Took the Green-Man, and is a master now.
LETTER XII.
These are monarchs none respect,
Heroes, yet an humbled crew,
Nobles, whom the crowd correct,
Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;
Beauties shrinking from the view
Of the day's detecting eye;
Lovers, who with much ado
Long-forsaken damsels woo,
And heave the ill-feign'd sigh.
These are misers, craving means
Of existence through the day,
Famous scholars, conning scenes
Of a dull bewildering play;
Ragged beaux and misses gray,
Whom the rabble praise and blame,
Proud and mean, and sad and gay,
Toiling after ease, are they,
Infamous, and boasting fame.
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PLAYERS.
They arrive in the Borough--Welcomed by their former Friends--Are
better fitted for Comic than Tragic Scenes: yet better approved in
the latter by one Part of their Audience--Their general Character
and Pleasantry--Particular Distresses and Labours--Their Fortitude
and Patience--A private rehearsal--The Vanity of the aged Actress--A
Heroine from the Milliner's Shop--A deluded Tradesman--Of what
Persons the Company is composed--Character and Adventures of
Frederick Thompson.
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