Give us, (hem, hem,) one Drop to clear our Lungs, (Hem,hem) one little Drop to cool our Tongues.' 55 No; not a single Drop, 'ftern Socio roar'd, And up he fnatch'd the Bottle from the Board. How dares Licentiato force our Gate?' He faid, and hurl'd the Bottle at his Pate. The Glafs, lefs hard,quick from his Front rebounds,60 Scarce leaving on the Skin fome fuperficial Wounds. Thrice happy thou, whose tender Brain's immur'd In thickest Cafe, by leaden Skull fecur'd! Drug-venders elfe had rued th' Adventure crofs, And callous Undertakers mourn'd thy Lofs. NOTE. 65 to be religiously affected than his Comrades) took the Freedom gently to put his Hand towards the • Beard of Manlius Papirius, as if he meant to ftroke it; a Familiarity which so much offended the majestick Figure, that, with a fmart Blow of his Ivory Truncheon, he broke the Fellow's Head. There needed no more to put an End to all Reverence for fuch a cholerick Deity. The Gauls inftantly killed Papirius; and, as if he had given the Signal for a general Maffacre, all the reft were now flain, fitting, like him, in State, in their Curule C Chairs,' HOOKE's Rom. Hift. Book II. Chap. XXXVIII. Let the Reader figure to himself the Doctors,their magnificent full-trim'd Black,-their long white Perukes, their Air of Greatness,-their Silence, Stillnefs, and Serenity,their Gold-headed Canes, (no lefs refpectable than the Ivory Truncheon)-their fitting in State, in their Elbow Chairs ;-Let the Reader, I fay, figure to himself these Majeftick Figures, and we are confident, he must be ftruck with Awe and Admiration. Yet with the Shock Licentiato lies Stun'd-from the Floor unable to arife ; And, as when Cupping-uten fil's applied, The trickling Streams from narrow Sluices glide, PART III. AND now a general Tumult reigns thro' all; "To Arms, to Arms," on ev'ry Side they bawl. Each grave Bashaw, that bears three deathful Tails, Rous'd from his Torpor joins in fierce Affails; Foregoes his wonted Solemnefs of Mein, 5 While Wig meets Wig, and Cane encounters Cane. NOTE. V. 67. Yet with the Shock Licentiato lies The Sound is here defignedly made to echoe to the Senfe. So Virgil. -procumbit bumi Bos. Many Inftances may be brought, not only from the Greek and Latin Poets, of fimilar Attention, but alfo from our own. Let one fuffice. Shakespear, in his King Lear, has the following Line. "Many a Fathom down precipitating," the Precipitation of which Tate has chofen to top (in his Alteration of this Play) by fubftituting "Many a Fathom tumbling down,” O what a tumbling down is here! The The ruffled Hairs on fretful Perukes rife, 10 So when Medufa's Head bore Snakes for Hair, (Curl'd like the Têtes our Dames of Fashion wear,) Their Folds untwifting, with Amaze and Dread They ftruck the Foe, and inftant ftar'd him dead. The Cane, for Sapience rever'd of old, 15 (With Head of Amber, or with Head of Gold,) Sage Nurfe of Thought, that gently kifs'd the Nose, On the crack'd Cranium deals defcending Blows. The fhort fnug Sword, of Measure Larks to fpit, With modeft Hilt juft peeping thro' the Slit From peaceful Scabbard starts a warring Blade, By a mere Bodkin the Quietus made." V. 7. NOTE S. 20 The ruffled Hairs on fretful Perukes rise, HAMLET. V. 12. Curl'd like the Têtes our Dames of Fashion wear. These prepofterous Ornaments of false Hair, twisted and twirled into a thousand unnatural Shapes, may indeed be very properly called Medufa Têtes, though it must be confeffed they are (in the Language of Enamoratos) not quite fo kiling. For the Story of Medufa, fee the End of the Latin Dictionary, under the Letter M. V. 22. By a mere Bodkin the Quietus made.' When himself might his Quietus make HAMLET. So 25 So when a Taylor on the Shopboard fits, Of Galligaskins to repair the Slits, Tormented by the Foe, he Vengeance vows, And with his Spear, a Needle, pricks a Louse. And now a general Tumult reigns thro' all, To Arms, to Arms,' on ev'ry Side they bawl. So loud the Din, fo terrible the Roar, It pierc'd the Earth to Lethe's farther Shore; Shook Pluto's Throne,--who trembled for his Friends, So fkill'd, fo prompt to ferve their mutual Ends. Refolv'd to part them, he afcends to Light, Enters the Room, in folemn Veft bedight. 32 35 40 A fable Truncheon his Right-hand difplays, And in his Left four flaming Torches blaze; Rings on his Fingers for departed Friends; Athwart his Breast a filken Scarf defcends; Plumes on his Head, and on his Back he bore, Like Herald's Coat, a Robe efcutcheon'd o'er. An Undertaker aptly he appears :Black is the conftant Dress Hell's Monarch wears. Thus have we feen, in Pantomimick Tricks, Grim Pluto thro' the Trap-door come from Styx; Black and all black, all difmal is his Suit, 45 And powder'd feems the Peruke's felf with Soot: His Legs alone, with emblematic Aim, In scarlet-colour'd Hofe affect to Flame. Hold, hold, (he cries,) what means this defp'rate Fray? 50 Will ye yourselves inftead of others flay? • What! NOT E. V. 52. Has Beaume purg'd Autumn of each fad Complaint? The Air in vain does Influenza taint? VOL. II. Ꮓ Beaume 55 What! no acute, no chronical Disease, 'What's in a Name? That which we call a Wig, 60 The Scrawl, illegible to vulgar Eyes, Denotes you deeply learn'd, and wond'rous wife. NOTE S. 65 Beaume de Vie. A Medicine fo called, which is advertised as a fovereign Remedy against autumnal Complaints. Influenza. A Diftemper which rages in Italy, in the Summer Months. The Term has been adopted in England. V. 58. If ye neglect Your Business, there will be, The two Trades are fo intimately connected, that an eminent Apothecary, whofe eldest Son is brought up to the Father's Profeffion, has, with a prudent Forecaft, bound his youngest Son Apprentice to an Undertaker. V. 60. What's in a Name? That which we call a Wig, By any other Name would look as big. A Parody on the following Lines; What's in a Name? That which we call a Rofe, By any other Name would fmell as fweet. ROMEO and JULIET. |