_Daughter._ Dear Parent, oh! Cease to complain And heedfully hear thy lost Child Go tell the false ear of my Swain How deeply his Vows have beguil'd;-- Go tell him what sorrow I bear, See yet if his heart feel my woe, 'Tis now he must heal my despair, Or death will make pity too slow. _Exeunt._ * * * * * _Scene 4^{th}_ Discovers all the _Characters_ in Waiting at Rake's Levee. _Italian_ Singing &c--_Clown_ introduces _Van Butchel_, who displays a variety of his Articles.--_Van Butchel_ Sings. Song-- See Martin dus his goods display-- "Advice Two Guineas"--vat you say? "Big Ben--John Hunter--Duc d'Orleans-- "Knows vat my regulations means; "De Gent I make of de aukward ninny, "But first to be sure I must touch de Guinea, "Den De Lame I vil make go dance de hay "And de old & decripid go jump away. "Beware De Counterfiet if they should "Be imitate, as are all things good-- "On de Guinea--for to abash bad men "I have write my name wid de author's Pen. "They'll cure you be sure if them once you lap on "Of all de complainings dat ever may happen, "De blind they'll make see to go dance the Hay, "And de Old & decripid vill jump away. Enter _Rakewell_ to whom they all pay Court &c _Medley._ _Poet._ To Rakewell, whose enlivening Features (Tune Pronounce him first of happy creatures Petition By wealth a Croesus 'self Created, _Poor Vulcan_) This fair Epistle's Dedicated _Dance^{g} Mas^{r}_ Look! Look! Look! (Spoke.) With my tun'd little Kit (Tune Every fancy I hit And merrily prance it _Black Joke_.) And caper & Dance it With Ease, Elegance & Grace _Fenc.^{g} Mas^{r}_ Ha! ha!--there I had him Carte & Fierce my Blade (Tune La! La!--there I bled him-- Damme!--See, he's dead. _Stoney Batter_.) Tol lol lol do _Van But_: Since 'mong your Friends I have gain'd me a place All who Gallows her vant, vy, I'll presently trace Not you (_to Bully_) for the Gallows is mark in your Face Vish you can't deny. (Tune _Tyburn Tree_)