The Covent Garden Theatre, or Pasquin Turn'd Drawcansir

by Charles Macklin

Pas. Produce her.

Marforio brings on Miss Giggle.

Miss Brill. Miss Giggle as I live, dear Creature what brings you here?

Gig. This Exotic Gentleman, by an Authority from Apollo, as he says——

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Pas. Pray what is the Lady’s Offence?

Mar. Disturbing the Audience.

Pas. In what manner.

Gig. Why, I’ll tell you M^r. Pasquin. You must know the Play was a Tragedy; and several of the Audience were ridiculous enough to cry at it— And so S^r. Charles Empty and I were diverting Our selves with laughing at the various Strange Tragical Faces the Animals, exhibited, that’s all.

Omn. Ha, ha, ha, ha.