MRS. BULKLEY.
The House!—Agreed.
MISS CATLEY.
Agreed.
MRS. BULKLEY.
And she, whose party’s largest, shall proceed.
And first, I hope, you’ll readily agree,
I’ve all the critics and the wits for me:
They, I am sure, will answer my commands;
Ye candid-judging few, hold up your hands;
What, no return? I find too late, I fear,
That modern judges seldom enter here.
MISS CATLEY.
I’m for a different set,—old men, whose trade is
Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies—
Recitative.
Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling,
Still thus address the fair, with voice beguiling: