address
spoken by miss fontenelle on her be night, december 4th, 1793, at the theatre, dumfries.
still anxious to secure your partial favour,
and not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever,
a prologue, epilogue, or some such matter,
'twould vamp my bill, said i, if nothier;
so sought a poet, roosted he skies,
told him i came to feast my curious eyes;
said, nothing like his works was ever printed;
and st, my prologue-business slily hinted.
“ma'am, let me tell you,” "h my man of rhymes,
“i know your bent—these are no ughing times:
you—but, miss, i ow
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