Laugh and hide your tears;
When you hear a mournful tale,
Laugh and hide your tears.
La—a—a—a—laugh, &c.
"This is poor entertainment"—(from one of the boxes.)
An orange from the footman's gallery hits the Irishman such a blow on the nose.—He flies upon the stage, drawing his dagger—throws one of the players heels o'er head—wounds Mr Hallion—makes such a hubbub, the gentlemen from the pit are obliged to interfere.
The house in great confusion—the company, crowding to the door, with great difficulty get to their coaches—a dreadful storm—a dark night—a nabob's carriage driving like Jehu—the coachman, being drunk, overturns one of the hackneys—they shriek frightfully, and the minister roars like a bull.
The old Ensign, chancing to walk on foot, comes up, and helps to lug them out.
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