Hyd. An Admiral Reward for his Ingenuity.
Sr. Eter. Extremely ridiculous I vow; and very Iust.
Pas. Have you any more Offenders to Produce.
Mar. No more— But here is a Presentment against one Charles Macklin, Comedian, of the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden.
Omn. Ha, ha, ha, O pray let us hear that.
Pas. The Substance of it is, That he hath written a strange hotch-potch Farce, and puff’d it upon the Town as written after the manner of Aristophanes and the Pasquinades of the Italian Theatre.— Gentlemen, This is an Affair entirely Cognizable to the Town; All I can Say upon it is, That, if you Condemn him, I will take Care the Blockhead shall never trouble you again— In the manner of Aristophanes.
Omn. Ay, ay, damn him, Damn him.
Omn. No, no, Save him, save him.
Pas. Well Gentlemen, since you are divided we must respit Sentence till he appears in Person the next Court day. Gentlemen and Ladies, Our Examinations are over for to Night. We must adjourn, for I am afraid we have detain’d the Town too long.
Hyd. Mr. Pasquin, You have Satyrized Your Sharpor with great Humour and Propriety. And I like the Choice of several of your Characters very well. But I am afraid the Critics will Condemn Your Piece for want of a Plot