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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epilogue Intended To Have Been Spoken For 'She Stoops To Conquer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Enter' MRS. BULKLEY,<br>'who curtsies very low as beginning to speak.<br>Then enter' MISS CATLEY,<br>'who stands full before her, and curtsies to the audience'.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKELEY.<br>HOLD, Ma'am, your pardon. What's your business here?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>The Epilogue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>The Epilogue?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>Yes, the Epilogue, my dear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>Sure you mistake, Ma'am. The Epilogue, 'I' bring it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>Excuse me, Ma'am. The Author bid 'me' sing it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Recitative'.<br>Ye beaux and belles, that form this splendid ring, <br>Suspend your conversation while I sing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>Why, sure the girl's beside herself: an Epilogue of singing,<br>A hopeful end indeed to such a blest beginning.<br>Besides, a singer in a comic set! --<br>Excuse me, Ma'am, I know the etiquette. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>What if we leave it to the House?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>The House! -- Agreed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY><br>Agreed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>And she, whose party's largest, shall proceed.<br>And first I hope, you'll readily agree<br>I've all the critics and the wits for me.<br>They, I am sure, will answer my commands: <br>Ye candid-judging few, hold up your hands.<br>What! no return? I find too late, I fear,<br>That modern judges seldom enter here.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>I'm for a different set. -- Old men, whose trade is<br>Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies; -- </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Recitative'.<br>Who mump their passion, and who, grimly smiling,<br>Still thus address the fair with voice beguiling:--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Air -- Cotillon'.<br>Turn, my fairest, turn, if ever<br>Strephon caught thy ravish'd eye;<br>Pity take on your swain so clever, <br>Who without your aid must die.<br>Yes, I shall die, hu, hu, hu, hu!<br>Yes, I must die, ho, ho, ho, ho! ('Da capo'.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>Let all the old pay homage to your merit;<br>Give me the young, the gay, the men of spirit. <br>Ye travell'd tribe, ye macaroni train,<br>Of French friseurs, and nosegays, justly vain,<br>Who take a trip to Paris once a year<br>To dress, and look like awkward Frenchmen here,<br>Lend me your hands. -- Oh! fatal news to tell: <br>Their hands are only lent to the Heinel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>Ay, take your travellers, travellers indeed!<br>Give me my bonny Scot, that travels from the Tweed.<br>Where are the chiels? Ah! Ah, I well discern<br>The smiling looks of each bewitching bairn. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Air -- A bonny young lad is my Jockey'.<br>I'll sing to amuse you by night and by day,<br>And be unco merry when you are but gay;<br>When you with your bagpipes are ready to play,<br>My voice shall be ready to carol away<br>With Sandy, and Sawney, and Jockey <br>With Sawney, and Jarvie, and Jockey.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>Ye gamesters, who, so eager in pursuit,<br>Make but of all your fortune one 'va toute';<br>Ye jockey tribe, whose stock of words are few,<br>'I hold the odds. -- Done, done, with you, with you;' <br>Ye barristers, so fluent with grimace,<br>'My Lord, -- your Lordship misconceives the case;'<br>Doctors, who cough and answer every misfortuner,<br>'I wish I'd been called in a little sooner:'<br>Assist my cause with hands and voices hearty; <br>Come, end the contest here, and aid my party.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>'Air -- Ballinamony'.<br>Ye brave Irish lads, hark away to the crack,<br>Assist me, I pray, in this woful attack;<br>For sure I don't wrong you, you seldom are slack,<br>When the ladies are calling, to blush and hang back; <br>For you're always polite and attentive,<br>Still to amuse us inventive,<br>And death is your only preventive:<br>Your hands and your voices for me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>Well, Madam, what if, after all this sparring, <br>We both agree, like friends, to end our jarring?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>And that our friendship may remain unbroken,<br>What if we leave the Epilogue unspoken?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>Agreed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MISS CATLEY.<br>Agreed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MRS. BULKLEY.<br>And now with late repentance,<br>Un-epilogued the Poet waits his sentence. <br>Condemn the stubborn fool who can't submit<br>To thrive by flattery, though he starves by wit.<br>('Exeunt'.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oliver+Goldsmith">Oliver Goldsmith</a></strong></div>