>>> YOU ARE VIEWING A 200 LINE SAMPLE OF EBOOK# E05192 <<< TITLE: MISCELLANIES, VOLUME 2 (FROM WORKS, VOLUME 12) AUTHOR: HENRY FIELDING EBOOK: E05192 (O'Briens Book Cellar) THE WORKS OF HENRY FIELDING EDITED BY GEORGE SAINTSBURY IN TWELVE VOLUMES VOL. XII. * * * * * MISCELLANIES VOL. II. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF TOM THUMB THE GREAT AND SOME MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS BY HENRY FIELDING ESQ. EDITED BY GEORGE SAINTSBURY WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY HERBERT RAILTON & E. J. WHEELER. * * * * * CONTENTS OF VOL. II. THE AUTHOR'S FARCE, ACTS I. AND II. THE TRAGEDY OF TRAGEDIES; OR, THE LIFE AND DEATH OF TOM THUMB THE GREAT PASQUIN; A DRAMATIC SATIRE ON THE TIMES AN ESSAY ON CONVERSATION THE TRUE PATRIOT, NO. XIII. THE COVENT-GARDEN JOURNAL, NOS. X., XXXIII. FAMILIAR LETTER * * * * * LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PORTRAIT OF FIELDING BY HOGARTH THE DEATH OF LORD GRIZZLE HE ACQUAINTED THE DAMSELS THAT HE AND HIS COMPANIONS HAD CARRIED THE OPERA. * * * * * THE AUTHOR'S FARCE; [WITH A PUPPET-SHOW CALLED THE PLEASURES OF THE TOWN.] FIRST ACTED AT THE HAY-MARKET IN 1729, AND REVIVED SOME YEARS AFTER AT DRURY-LANE, WHEN IT WAS REVISED AND GREATLY ALTERED BY THE AUTHOR, AS NOW PRINTED. ----------------Quis iniquae Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se? --_JUV_. Sat. I. PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR JONES Too long the Tragick Muse hath aw'd the stage, And frighten'd wives and children with her rage, Too long Drawcansir roars, Parthenope weeps, While ev'ry lady cries, and critick sleeps With ghosts, rapes, murders, tender hearts they wound, Or else, like thunder, terrify with sound When the skill'd actress to her weeping eyes, With artful sigh, the handkerchief applies, How griev'd each sympathizing nymph appears! And box and gallery both melt in tears Or when, in armour of Corinthian brass, Heroick actor stares you in the face, And cries aloud, with emphasis that's fit, on Liberty, freedom, liberty and Briton! While frowning, gaping for applause he stands, What generous Briton can refuse his hands? Like the tame animals design'd for show, You have your cues to clap, as they to bow, Taught to commend, your judgments have no share, By chance you guess aright, by chance you err. But, handkerchiefs and Britain laid aside, To-night we mean to laugh, and not to chide. In days of yore, when fools were held in fashion, Tho' now, alas! all banish'd from the nation, A merry jester had reform'd his lord, Who would have scorn'd the sterner Stoick's word Bred in Democritus his laughing schools, Our author flies sad Heraclitus rules, No tears, no terror plead in his behalf, The aim of Farce is but to make you laugh Beneath the tragick or the comick name, Farces and puppet shows ne'er miss of fame Since then, in borrow'd dress, they've pleas'd the town, Condemn them not, appearing in their own Smiles we expect from the good-natur'd few, As ye are done by, ye malicious, do, And kindly laugh at him who laughs at you. PERSONS IN THE FARCE. MEN. _Luckless_, the Author and Master of the Show, ... Mr MULLART. _Witmore_, his friend ... Mr LACY. _Marplay, sen._, Comedian ... Mr REYNOLDS, _Marplay, jun._, Comedian ... Mr STOPLER. _Bookweight_, a Bookseller ... Mr JONES. _Scarecrow_, Scribbler ... Mr MARSHAL, _Dash_, " " ... Mr HALLAM, _Quibble_, " " ... Mr DOVE, _Blotpage_, " " ... Mr WELLS, jun. _Index_ ... --------. _Jack_, servant to Luckless ... Mr ACHURCH. _Jack-Pudding_ ... Mr REYNOLDS. _Bantomite_ ... Mr MARSHAL. WOMEN. _Mrs Moneywood_, the Author's Landlady ... Mrs MULLART. _Harriot_, her daughter. ... Miss PALMS. ACT I. SCENE I.--LUCKLESS's _Room in_ Mrs MONEYWOOD'S _House_.--Mrs MONEYWOOD, HARRIOT, LUCKLESS. _Moneywood_. Never tell me, Mr Luckless, of your play, and your play. I tell you I must be paid. I would no more depend on a benefit-night of an unacted play than I would on a benefit-ticket in an undrawn lottery. Could I have guessed that I had a poet in my house! Could I have looked for a poet under laced clothes! _Luck_. Why not? since you may often find poverty under them: nay, they are commonly the signs of it. And, therefore, why may not a poet be seen in them as well as a courtier? _Money_. Do you make a jest of my misfortune, sir? _Luck_. Rather my misfortune. I am sure I have a better title to poverty than you; for, notwithstanding the handsome figure I make, unless you are so good to invite me, I am afraid I shall scarce prevail on my stomach to dine to-day. _Money_. Oh, never fear that--you will never want a dinner till you have dined at all the eating-houses round.--No one shuts their doors against you the first time; and I think you are so kind, seldom to trouble them a second. _Luck_. No.--And if you will give me leave to walk out of your doors, the devil take me if ever I come into 'em again, _Money_. Pay me, sir, what you owe me, and walk away whenever you please. _Luck_. With all my heart, madam; get me a pen and ink, and I'll give you my note for it immediately. _Money_. Your note! who will discount it? Not your bookseller; for he has as many of your notes as he has of your works; both good lasting ware, and which are never likely to go out of his shop and his scrutore. _Har_. Nay, but, madam, 'tis barbarous to insult him in this manner. _Money_. No doubt you'll take his part. Pray get you about your business. I suppose he intends to pay me by ruining you. Get you in this instant: and remember, if ever I see you with him again I'll turn you out of doors. SCENE II--LUCKLESS, Mrs MONEYWOOD _Luck_. Discharge all your ill-nature on me, madam, but spare poor Miss Harriot. _Money_. Oh! then it is plain. I have suspected your familiarity a long while. You are a base man. Is it not enough to stay three <<< END OF SAMPLE... (THE FULL EBOOK HAS 379902 TOTAL CHARACTERS) >>>