[THE CAST OF THE CHARACTERS AT COVENT GARDEN IN 1773.]
|Sir Charles Marlow. . .||MR. GARDNER.|
|Young Marlow (his son). .||MR. LEWES.|
|Hardcastle. . . . . . .||MR. SHUTER.|
|Hastings. . . . . . . . .||MR. DUBELLAMY.|
|Tony Lumpkin. . . . . .||MR. QUICK.|
|Diggory. . . . . . . .||MR. SAUNDERS.|
|Mrs. Hardcastle. . . . .||MRS. GREEN.|
|Miss Hardcastle. . . . .||MRS. BULKLEY.|
|Miss Neville. . . . . .||MRS. KNIVETON.|
|Maid. . . . . . . . .||MISS WILLEMS.|
|Landlord, Servants, &c., &c.|
By David Garrick, Esq.
Enter MR. WOODWARD, dressed in black, and holding a handkerchief to his eyes.
Excuse me, Sirs, I pray--I can't yet speak--
I'm crying now--and have been all the week.
"'Tis not alone this mourning suit," good masters:
"I've that within" for which there are no plasters!
Pray, would you know the reason why I'm crying?
The Comic Muse, long sick, is now a-dying!
And if she goes, my tears will never stop;
For, as a player, I can't squeeze out one drop:
I am undone, that's all--shall lose my bread--
I'd rather--but that's nothing--lose my head.
When the sweet maid is laid upon the bier,
Shuter and I shall be chief mourners here.
To her a mawkish drab of spurious breed,
Who deals in Sentimentals, will succeed!
Poor Ned and I are dead to all intents;
We can as soon speak Greek as Sentiments!
Both nervous grown, to keep our spirits up,