Where, from Intrusion (as they thought) secure,
In lolling Posture, and with Look demure, 40
Immers'd in Politicks and sober Chat,
The Dons serenely o'er their Bottle fat;
In customary Suits of folemn Black,
Save that the Peruke whitens down the Back,
Slow from their Lips proceeds the puff's Perfume, 45
And Sleep-inviting Vapours cloud the Room.

Licentiato enters.-With Appall
Each was struck dumb, as Mute at Funeral.-
So fat the Roman Curules, dully wise,
When Gauls rush'd in, and view'd them with

50 Taking their awful Forms for Deities.


NO TES. We cannot but take Notice here of an infamous Addition to those admirable Lines, in favour of this noble exotic Plant; to wit,

Tobacco Hick, Tobacco Hick,

Twill make you well, if you are fick. An Enemy to Tobacconists has reversed the Sentiment, by saying,

Tobacco Hick, Tobacco Hick,

If you are well will make you fick.
V. 43. In customary Suits of Solemn Black,'

Or customary Suits of folemn Black. Hamlet. V. 49. So fat the Roman Curules, dully wise,

When Gauls rush'd in, and view'd them with

Surprize, Taking their awful Forms for Deities. • When the Crowd of superannuated Patriots bad, by their Advice and Exhortations to the Soldiers, done all that was in their power towards



Choak'd with the Fume, Licentiato broke
The folemn Silence, and thus, coughing, spoke :

« Give


Ν Ο Τ Ε. the Defence of the Capital [Rome] they returned

to their Houses, there to wait, with steady Reso'lution, the coming of the Enemy, and Death. • Such of them as had triumphed for Victories, or • had been Curule Magistrates, that they might die ' with the greater Dignity, adorned themselves with (the Insignia of those Honours which they had ac

quired by their Virtue. Cloathed in their triumphal Robes, or those of their Magiftracies, they

repaired to the Forum, and seating themselves there " in their Curule Chairs, maintained the same re

spectable Air of Greatness, as when in the Fulo ness of their former Power.

As the Gauls had met with little Resistance from the Romans in the Field, and were not put to the

Trouble of an Affault to take the City, they enstered it (at the Gate Collina) without any Thing, ' in their Appearance, of hostile Anger, that raging * Flame, kindled by Opposition, Difficulty, and

Danger. Moving on, they beheld, with Amazement, the Streets unpeopled as a Desert ; and when they came to the Forum, and cast their

Eyes all around, they could observe no Shew of « War but in the Citadel alone.

What chiefly drew and fixed their Attention, was the Company (of venerable Victims, who had devoted them< felves to Death. Their magnificent purple Robes, their long white Beards, their Air of Greatness, their Silence, Stilness, and Serenity, all these astonished the « Gauls, held them at an awful Distance, and inspired

them with the same Respect which they would have had for so many Gods. It chanced, however, that one of the Soldiers (who was, probably, less apt

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(Hem,hem) onelittle Drop to cool our Tongues.' 55 • No ; not a single Drop, 'stern Socio roar’d, And


he snatch'd the Bottle from the Board. « How dares Licentiato force our Gate ?! He said, and hurl'd the Boitle at his Pate. The Glass, less hard, quick from his Front rebounds,60 Scarce leaving on the Skin fome superficial Wounds.

Thrice happy thou, whose tender Brain's immur'd In thickest Caic, by leaden Skull secur’d! Drug-venders elfe had rued th’Adventure cross, And callous Undertakers mourn'd thy Loss.



to be religiously affected than his Comrades) took ** the Freedom gently to put his Hand towards the « Beard of Manlius Papirius, as if he meant to • stroke it; a Familiarity which so much offended 6 the majestick Figure, that, with a smart Blow of « his Ivory Truncheon, he broke the Fellow's Head. -- There needed no more to put an End to all Re. ( verence for such a cholerick Deity. The Gauls • instantly killed Papirius ; and, as if he had given & the Signal for a general Mafsacre, all the rest were ( now flain, sitting, like him, in State, in their Curule « Chairs.' Hooke's Rom. Hift. Book II. Chap. XXXVIII.

Let the Reader figure to himself the Doctors, their magnificent full-trim'd Black,--their long white Perukes, their Air of Greatness,-their Silence, Stillness, and Serenity, ---their Gold-headed Canes, (no less respectable than the Ivory Truncheon)--their fitting in Staté, in their Elbow Chairs ;-Let the Reader, I say, figure to himself these Majestick Figures, and we are confident, he must be struck with Awe and "Admiration.

Yet with the Shock Licentiato lies Stun'd from the Floor unable to arise ; And, as when Cupping-utensil's applied, The trickling Streams from narrow Sluices glide, So down his Face flow flows a purple Flood :- 70 The Muse affirms not, whether Wine or Blood.


AND now a general Tumult reigns thro' all; “ To Arms, to Arms,” on ev'ry Side they

bawl. Each grave Bashaw, that bears three deathful Tails, Rous'd from his Torpor joins in fierce Aflails ; Foregoes his wonted Solemness of Mein,

5 While Wig meets Wig, and Cane encounters Cane.

Ν Ο Τ Ε.

V. 67. Yet with the Shock Licentiato lies

Stun'd-- from the Floor unable to arise. The Sound is here designedly made to echoe to the Sense. So Virgil.

-procumbit bami Bos. Many Instances may be brought, not only from the Greek and Latin Poets, of fimilar Attention, but alfo from our own.

Let one fusce. Shakespear, in his King Lear, has the following Line.

6. Many a Fathom down precipitating," the Precipitation of which Tate has chosen to flop (in his Alteration of this Play) by substituting

• Many a Fathom tumbling down,. O what a tumbling down is here !


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The ruffled Hairs on fretful Perukes rise,
Like Quills on Hedgehog, when he roll'd up lies ;
Their Knots on either Side the Tyes unfold,
And pendent Midmost stands erectly bold.

So when Medusa's Head bore Snakes for Hair,
(Curld like the Têtes our Dames of Fashion wear, )
Their Folds untwisting, with Amaze and Dread
They struck the Foe, and instant ftar'd him dead.

The Cane, for Sapience rever'd of old, 15
(With Head of Amber, or with Head of Gold,)
Sage Nurse of Thought, that gently kiss’d the Nose,
On the crack'd Cranium deals descending Blows.
The short snug Sword, of Measure Larks to spit,
With modest Hilt just peeping thro' the Slit
From peaceful Scabbard starts a warring Blade,
• By a mere Bodkin the Quietus made.'


Ν Ο Τ. Ε S.

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V. 7. The ruffled Hairs on fretful Perukes rise,

Like Quills on Hedge-bog, when he roli'd up lies.

Make thy young Hairs to stand on End,
Like Quills upon the fretfui Porcupine.

V. 12. Curld like the Têtes our Dames of Fashion wear.

These preposterous Ornaments of false Hair, twisted and twirled into a thousand unnatural Shapes, may indeed be very properly called Medusa Têtes, though it must be confessed they are in the Language

of Enamoratos) not quite so kiliing. For the
Story of Medusa, see the End of the Latin Dictio-
nary, under the Letter M.
V. 22. By a mere Bodkin the Quietus made.'

When himself might his Quietus make
With bare Bodkin.



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