BULKLEY.
The House! -- Agreed.
MISS CATLEY>
Agreed.
MRS. BULKLEY.
And she, whose party's largest, shall proceed.
And first I hope, you'll readily agree
I've all the critics and the wits for me.
They, I am sure, will answer my commands: 15
Ye candid-judging few, hold up your hands.
What! no return? I find too late, I fear,
That modern judges seldom enter here.
MISS CATLEY.
I'm for a different set. -- Old men, whose trade is
Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies; -- 20
'Recitative'.
Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling,
Still thus address the fair with voice beguiling:--
'Air -- Cotillon'.
Turn, my fairest, turn, if ever
Strephon caught thy ravish'd eye;
Pity take on your swain so clever, 25
Who without your aid must die.
Yes, I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu!
Yes, I must die, ho, ho, ho, ho! ('Da capo'.)
MRS. BULKLEY.
Let all the old pay homage to your merit;
Give me the young, the gay, the men of spirit.
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