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NM.769.001
2 Jan 1769:41 (539)
From the London Magazine for 1767.
PROLOGUE TO CYMON. For New-Year's Day. Spoken by Mr. King.
I come, obedient at my brethren's call,
From top to bottom, to salute you all;
Warmly to wish, before our place you view,
A happy year--to you--you--you--and you!
Boxes--pit--1 gall. 2d gall.
For you the play's enjoy, and feel it here,
The merry christmas and the happy year.
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She'll sing, the zodiac round, the same sweet song:
And should the husband join his music too
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As dresses, dances, sinkings, flyings, scenes!--
They'll make you stare!--any there is such a thing!
Will make you stare--still more!--for I must sing!
And should your taste, your ears, be over nice,
Alas! you'll spoil my singing, in a trice
If you should growl, my notes will alter soon,
I can't be in--if you are out of tune!
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