By Mr. Garrick.
Spoken by Mr. Woodward.
Behold a conjurer--that's something new,
For, as times go, my brethren are but few.
I've come with magic ring and taper wand
To waft you far from this your native land.
Ladies, don't fear. My coach is large and easy,
I know your humors and will drive to please ye.
Gently you'll ride, as in a fairy dream,
Your hoops unsqueezed, and not a beau shall scream.
What, still disordered? Well, I know your fright;
You shall be back in times for cards tonight;10 Swift as Queen Mab within her hazelnut,
I'll set you safely down at Lilhput.
Away we go--Ge'up!--Ladies, keep your places,
And gentlemen--for shame!--don't screw your faces.
Softly, my imps and fiends, you critics there,
Pray sit you still, or I can never steer,
My devils are not the devils you need to fear.
Hold fast, my friends above, for, faith, we spin it;
My usual rate's a thousand miles a minute.
A statesman, now, could tell how high we soar;20
Statesmen have been these airy jaunts before.
I see the land, the folks. What limbs! What features!
There's lords and ladies, too, the pretty creatures.
Now to your sight these puppets I'll produce
Which may, if rightly heeded, turn to use;