And may at least this humble merit boast, A structure founded on fair _Fancy_'s coast. With you it rests that judgement to proclaim, Which _in the world_ must raise or sink it's fame. Yet ere her judges sign their last report, 'Tis you [_to the boxes_] must recommend her to the Court; Whose smiles, like _Cynthia_, in a winter's night, Will cheer our wand'rer with a gleam of light. 1. Galleries. 2. Pit. ACT I. SCENE, _The Island of Sumatra, in East India_. CHARACTERS. MEN. _Sultan_, Mr. Farren, _Lord Flint_, Mr. Davies, _Sir Luke Tremor_, Mr. Quick, _Mr. Twineall_, Mr. Lewis, _Mr. Haswell_, Mr. Pope, _Elvirus_, Mr. Holman, _Mr. Meanright_, Mr. Macready, _Zedan_, Mr. Fearon, _First Keeper_, Mr. Thompson, _Second Keeper_, Mr. Cubitt, _First Prisoner_, Mr. Helme, _Second Prisoner_, Mr. Gardener. _Guard_, Mr. Blurton, _Messenger_, Mr. Ledger. WOMEN. _Lady Tremor_, Mrs. Mattocks, _Aurelia_, Miss Wilkinson, _Female Prisoner_, Mrs. Pope. _Time of Representation, Twelve Hours._ SUCH THINGS ARE. A PLAY. IN FIVE ACTS. ACT I. SCENE I. _A Parlour at Sir_ Luke Tremor'_s_. _Enter Sir_ Luke, _followed by Lady_ Tremor. _Sir Luke._ I tell you, Madam, you are two and thirty. _Lady Tremor._ I tell you, Sir, you are mistaken. _Sir Luke._ Why, did not you come over from England exactly sixteen years ago? _Lady._ Not so long. _Sir Luke._ Have not we been married the tenth of next April sixteen years? _Lady._ Not so long.-- _Sir Luke._ Did you not come over the year of the great Eclipse? answer me that. _Lady._ I don't remember it. _Sir Luke._ But I do--and shall remember it as long as I live--the first time I saw you, was in the garden of the Dutch Envoy; you were looking through a glass at the sun--I immediately began to make love to you, and the whole affair was settled while the eclipse lasted--just one hour, eleven minutes, and three seconds. _Lady._ But what is all this to my age? _Sir Luke._ Because I know you were at that time near seventeen--and without one qualification except your youth--and not being a Mullatto. _Lady._ Sir Luke, Sir Luke, this is not to be borne-- _Sir Luke._ Oh! yes--I forgot--you had two letters of recommendation, from two great families in England. _Lady._ Letters of recommendation! _Sir Luke._ Yes; your character----that, you know, is all the fortune we poor Englishmen, situated in India, expect with a wife who crosses the sea at the hazard of her life, to make us happy. _Lady._ And what but our characters would you have us bring? Do you suppose any lady ever came to India, who brought along with her, friends, or fortune? _Sir Luke._ No, my dear--and what is worse--she seldom leaves them behind, either. _Lady._ No matter, Sir Luke--but if I delivered to you a good character----