When he heard of the B⸺s reforming the stage
“Old D⸺m,” he cried, “poh! poh! stick to your shop,
“And mind not how foreigners jump, skip, or hop;
“I know ye all, d—n ye! not one of your Bench
“Would privately turn from a plump naked wench,
“You go to the play slyly, see what you’ve felt,
“If you like it not, b—st ye! go home and be gelt!”
Charge to the C⸺y.
Then practice, ye drivelling drones, as you’ve preach’d,