The Covent Garden Theatre, or Pasquin Turn'd Drawcansir

by Charles Macklin

Hyd. By all that’s whimsical it is Lady Lucy, come, come, unmask, unmask, there is no veiling the Sun.

L^y. Lucy. O you fulsome Creature [she unmasks] from what Antiquated Romance did you Steal that vile Compliment.

Omn. Lady Lucy.

L^y. Lucy. Ladies your Servant. do you know that I am immensly delighted at meeting so much good Company here?

Hyd: You dear Romantic Angel, what brought you hither thus equipt?

L^y. Lucy. My dear, I am dress’d for the Masquerade; and was just Steping into my Chair to go to Lady High-Lifes; who Sees Masks to night, when this worthy Weight, with great Civility, told me he had a Warrant from Apollo to take up all disorderly Persons, and said I must go before Monsieur Drawcansir, the Censor of Great Britain.

Omn. Ridiculous.

L^y. Lucy. I was pleas’d with the Conceit; so hither I am come to attend his Worship.

Hyd. You dear Wild Creature.

L^y. Lucy. Have you had any Sport.