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N this grave Age, when Comedies are few,
Tho' 'twere poor Stuf, yet bid the Author fair,
grown such Politicians in your Mirth!
Our Author, anxious for bis Fame to-night,
But if you're rough, and use him like a Dog,
He'll remain Incog.
If cruel Men are still averse to spare
as much as your
T H E
ACT 1. SCENE I.
A Great Hall.
Enter the Butler, Coachman, and Gardiner.
BUT LE R.
HERE came another Coach to Town
last Night, that brought a Gentleman to T
enquire about this strange Noise, we heat in the House. This Spirit will bring a power of Custom to the George If so bę
he continues his Pranks, I design to fell a Pôt of Ale, and set up the Sign of the Drum.
COACH M A N. I'll give Madam warning, that's flat-- I've always liv'd in sober Families. I'll not disparage myself to be a Servant in a House that is haunted.
GARDIN E R. I'll e’en marry Nell, and rent a bit of Ground of my own, if both of you leave Madam ; not but that Madam's a very good Woman if Mrs. Abigal did not spoil her-come, here's her Health.
BUT LE R. It's a very hard thing to be a Butler in a Houfe, that is disturb'd. He made such a Racket in the Cellar last Night, that I'm afraid he'll four allthe Beer in my Barrels.
COA C HM A N. Why then, John, we ought to take it off as fast as we can. Here's to you-He rattled so loud under the Tiles laft Night, that I verily thought the House wou'd have fallen over our Heads. I durft not
into the Cock-loft this Morning, if I had not got one of the Maids to go along with me.
G A R DIN E R. I thought I heard him in one of my Bed-posts-I marvel, John, how he gets into the House when all the Gates are shut.
BUT LE R. Why look ye, Peter, your Spirit will creep you into an Augre-hole:- he'll whik you through a Key-hole, without so much as jusling against one of the Wards.
COACH M A N: Poor Madam is mainly frighted, that's certain, and verily believes 'tis my Mafter that was kill'd in the laft Campaign.
BUT LE R. Out of all Manner of question, Robin, 'tis Sir George. Mrs. Abigal is of Opinion it can be none but his Honour; he always lor'd the Wars, and you know