Part 3

Jew. _Be not so pert, my Dear, This Pride may shortly have a Fall, Soon shall I see or hear, Madam,_ in Bridewell, _milling Doll._

Repeat. _Soon shall I see or hear_, &c. She repeats with him. _Ne'er more will I come near,_ _Such a pitiful pimping Fool._

After the Song he turns her and her Maid out of Doors, then pursues Harlequin.--A Picture falls down, Harlequin jumps thro' the Hangings, and the Picture returns to its place and conceals him.--The Subject of the Picture, which was before an Historical Story, is now chang'd to a Representation of the _Jew_ with Horns upon his Head.--While he stands in astonishment the other Picture changes likewise, and represents Harlequin and _Kitty_ embracing--upon which the _Jew_ runs out in the greatest surprize. Scene changes to the Street. Harlequin meets the _Jew_, who immediately draws; Harlequin catches him by the Leg, and throws him down, jumps over him, and runs off, the _Jew_ pursues him.----The Scene changes to a poor Apartment in _Drury-Lane_. (This is taken from the Third Print) _Kitty_ is discover'd sitting disconsolate by the Bedside, drinking of Tea, attended by _Bess Brindle_ (a Runner to the Ladies of Pleasure) Harlequin jumps in at the Window; she seems overjoy'd to see him--just as they are going to sit down to drink Tea, they hear a Noise without--Harlequin looks thro' the Key-hole, and discovers it to be the Justice, Constable, Watch, &c. He is very much surpris'd, and jumps into a Punch-Bowl that stands upon a Table, to hide himself--Justice _Mittimus_ enters with the Constable, &c. the Watch seize _Kitty_ and the Runner, and carry 'em off.--The Constable stays behind to pilfer what he can, during which, Harlequin creeps from under the Table; the Constable seeing him, goes to seize him, but he jumps thro' the Window and escapes--the Constable runs off.--The Scene changes to the Street. A melancholy Tune is play'd, while several Ladies of Pleasure (alias _unfortunate Women_) are led cross the Stage as going to _Bridewell_, with _Kitty_ and her Maid, the Bawd, &c. Three Justices bring up the Rear.--Scene changes to _Bridewell_. The Women are discover'd all leaning in an indolent manner upon their Blocks.--The Keeper enters, and seeing them so idle, threatens to beat 'em--as they take up their Hammers and Beetles, and are going to beat, the Blocks all vanish, and in their stead appear Harlequin, Scaramouch, _Pierrot_, and _Mezetin_, each takes out his Lady to dance, and signify they'll go to the _Ridotto al Fresco_; the Keeper runs away frighted, they all dance off.--Scene changes to the Street. A great Number of People pass over the Stage, as going to the _Ridotto_, among whom appears the Marquiss _ae Fresco_, perform'd by the little Harlequin Dog.

The Scene changes to the _Ridotto al Fresco_, illuminated with several Glass Lustres, (the Scene taken from the place at _Vaux-Hall_) Variety of People appear in Masquerade, and a grand Comic Ballad is perform'd by different Characters to _English_, _Scotch_, _Irish_ and _French_ Tunes, which concludes the whole.

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Then follows the Masque of the _Judgment of Paris_, &C.

_F I N I S._

The Rake's Progress.

from W. Shaw.

The Rake's Progress.

("Hogarth's Series of Pictures Dramatised." P.G.P.)

25,997 British Museum

_The Rake's Progress_

_Before the Curtain--Prefaratory Address._

To wake the Soul by tender strokes of Art To raise the Genius & to mend the Heart To make mankind in conscious virtue bold Was Hogarth's wish while Rakewell's Tale he told, And strongly painted in gradations nice, The pomp of Folly, & the Shame of Vice, Reach'd thro' the laughing Eye--the mended Mind, And moral humour sportive art beguil'd; The Walks of humour were his cast of style, Which probing to the quick, yet makes us smile; 'Twas Comedy, his natural road to fame, (Nor let me call it by a meaner name). Where a biginning, middle & and End Are aptly Join'd; where parts on parts depend, Each made for each, as Bodies for their Soul, So as to form one true & perfect whole, Where a plain story to the Eye is told, Which we conceive the moment we behold; This _we_ adopt, your Feelings to engage, And bring his glowing Portraits on the Stage, In action tell the workings of the mind And paint the Various follies of Mankind, Nor criticism the Attempt destroy, If with pure Gold we mingle an alloy, And his great Scenes where nature's self is shewn Connect with trifling sketches of our own Nor (to the moral Tale give ample Vigour) Deny the aid of allegoric Figure; But Vice & Virtue see this Mansion tread, And in preludium tow'rds the Story lead, Attentive view each action of our Rake, And 'plaud the actor for the Painter's Sake.

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_Scene 1^{st}_

_Enter Vice._

_Recitative._ Deck'd in the gaieties of thoughtless Joy Let jocund Laughter in each orbit beam In mirth alone I passing time Employ Attune my Voice & Pleasure is the Theme. The Flowery maze of Pleasure is divine And Mortals bow at Vice's dazzling Shrine.

Air.--From Virue's sluggish Rules be free, Ye mortals who my Shrine adore, Dance, Laugh & Quaff, & sing like me, And dissipate the tasteless hour: In frolic, pastime, Sport & Play Revel in Joys your Lives away.

_Enter Virtue._

_Recitative._

_Vice._ But Virtue comes!--Offends my sickening Eye!

(Virtue touches the Scene & a Transparency of _Hogarth_ appears with a Scrool in his hand on which is inscribed "_The Rake's Progress_.")

And Hogarth!--Moral Painter too I see! In dark oblivion shall thy Semblance lie, Hogarth & Virtue're enemies to me

(_Approaches to Destroy the Transparency._)

_Recitative._

_Virtue._ Forbear, forbear--by Hogarth is pourtray'd The Fate of those thy precepts have betray'd, As in a Mirror's seen each impious Joy, That Courts the Victim only to destroy. And look--(_Vice goes off._) Appall'd Vice trembles at the Sound In virtue only is true Pleasure found. (_Exit._)

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_Before the Drop--Enter Virtue._

_Air. Tune, "Mary's Dream."_

Beware--nor lur'd by Vice's Arts, A moment listen to her wiles, He who from Virtue's path departs In seas of trouble she beguiles; This Hogarth's living pictures shew View thoughtless man, by Vice undone, A warning 'tis design'd for you, Behold--& baneful pleasure Shun. (_Exit_)

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_Scene 2^{nd}_ (_No Music._)

A Loud knocking at Street Door

Enter _Starved Maid_ O.P.--She goes across so slow that the Knocking increases; just before she gets to the Door it is burst open by _Rake_ (a Youth from College) follow'd by _attorney_, _Upholsterer_ & _Clown Servant_. _Rake_ flourishes about, kicks against Closet Door, breaks it open. (Tune "Alteration") takes Keys from thence--Opens an Iron chest, assisted by _Clown_--_Rake_ scatters Cash about from out of Bags--Lawyer having sat down & produced a Paper with the Word "Inventory" written at Top, begins to count Cash, pocketing some at opportunities; _Upholsterer_ fetches a Ladder & goes to work to take down Tapestry. _Rake_ breaks open Bureau, throws parchments about; seeming to look for one in particular. _Clown_ having observed the _Lawyer_ pocke[ts] some Cash, places himself so near _Lawyer_, that he puts the money into _Clown's_ pocket, supposing to have put it into his own. A Knocking at the Door obliges _Clown_ to go. _Taylor_, with a Roll of Black Cloth, is introduced by _Clown_, much ceremony between _Taylor_ & _Clown_.--_Taylor_ proceeds & measures _Rake_. _Clown_ gets his fingers snipp'd for interfering. The Door having been left open--Enter _Starv'd Maid_ with wood; & goes to the Fireplace; _Clown_ then looking at _Upholsterer_ at Work, the money from the raftor falls into _Clown's_ mouth, at which he Spits & makes a piece of work as if hurt, puts his hand to his mouth & finding it is money Returns & holds up the flap of his coat to catch more. Enter P.S. _Mother & Daughter_, at sight of whom _Rake_ stands aghast.--Girl approaches him. _Rake_ turns from her--She retreats in Tears--_Mother_ enraged shews Letters--_Girl_ shews a Ring--_Rake_ takes a handful of Guineas, offers _mother_--who rejects them, striking his hand, scatters them on the Ground; _Lawyer_ Turns _Mother & Daughter_ out, placing _Clown_ with his back against the Door. _Rake_ in great agitation, walks about, _Taylor_ following him to finish measuring him: Lawyer picking up the money & pocketing some.--_Clown_ points to _Rake_--who, on seeing _Lawyer_ at it, takes Rolls of Parchment & beats _Lawyer_ about the Head--upon which _Clown_ takes the Roll of Black Cloth & knocks it about _Taylor's_ head, _Taylor_ resists, _Upholsterer_ on his Ladder Laughs--The Scuffle increases, in which they knock down the Ladder, _Upholsterer_ falls--_Rake_ & _Clown_ turn them all out.

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_Scene 3^{d}_

_Enter Mother & Daughter_

_Duett_--Tune--"An Old Woman Cloathed in Grey."

_Mother._ His Vows, ah! Why did'st thou believe? He ne'er meant a promise to keep, He talk'd but of Love to decieve, Then Leave plunder'd Virtue to weep. Yet Tears my Sad Chidings disarm, For thy fault Pity pleadingly moves In her Bosom Affection Shall warm The Daughter she tenderly loves.

_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._

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_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_)

_Bully._ You Reptile! Scoundrel! Death! Damnation! (Tune Say that again, & by my Soul Finale _Gard.^{n.}_ My Garden plan I here unroll 1^{st} act _Bully._ I'll crush to atoms--Damme, Sirrah! _Poor Volcan_) _French.^{n.}_ While the Horn shall sound Ta, ran, tan, (Hunting ta ra Chorus _Jockey_. And Whip & Spur wins you the Bowl.-- _Poor Vulcan_)

_Chorus._ Tune--"Ballance a Straw"

_To Rake._-- In us, noble Sir, your best Friends you behold _To each other_ Who will smile in your Face while we pocket your Gold _To Rake._-- We'll write, -Sing, -Fence, Dance, Fight, Run, hunt,--all for thee (To each Other And plunder him fast as we can agree. Shaking hands.--)

_Exeunt._

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_Scene 5^{th}_

_Link Boys &c &c. The Characters in next Scene to pass from_ P.S. to O.P.

_Rakewell_--Well--but not full dup'd--_Chairmen_ take great notice of him bowing very low &c--_Clown_--loiters behind--seems well acquainted with _Constables_--_Chairmen Girls_ &c. _Clown_ treats _Constables_ with Beer & while drinking with them has his pocket picked.--During the Whole Scene the following Catch is Sung.

_Catch._--"See Bob, See, the play is done."

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_Scene 6^{th}_

_Some Ladies discoverd--One President._

_Rake_: Enters they all get up & greet him, some kiss him (a _Black Girl & waiter_ on)--After much Ceremony they sit Other _Ladies & Gentlemen_ Enter--When all are Seated

_Omnes._ A Song! A Song!-- (NB: Plenty of Bottles & _Glasses on_.--)

_Ladies Sing a Duett._

_Rake_: Drinks freely during the Duett--When Ended

_Omnes._ Bravo! Bravo!

_Rake._ Continues drinking freely--the actor must let his intoxication gradually increase. They all Sing.

_a Catch._ Ladies & Gentlemen, Silence, Tomorrow night this play again I say no more--Encore--Encore

during the Catch--_Ballad Singer_ Enters & Joins them, Singing--"I say no more" &c--The Catch Ended the Scene Closes.

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_Scene 7^{th}_

_Enter Bailiff & Follower._

_Song, Bailiff._

Tim Touch behold, as smart a Blade As ere a writ expos'd to view Who so genteely knows my Trade That I nabs my man, with a "How do you do"? A Lodging Strong vil soon procure A Cage vere each may chaunt his lay, From rambling keep your Rake Secure, Because I has such a taking Vay.

(2.)

E'en Ma'am, so proud of grand Parade Who at the Race-course makes her Bett Or runs to Ball & Masquerade 'Till she runs herself o'er Ears in debt Tho 'my devoirs don't please her much, We meet, I every art essay She's mine by a Necromantic touch Because I has such a taking Vay.

(3.)

Box-lobby Loungers to my will Obedient Yield, I change their Song From bullying Bass to Treble Shrill E'en Dammes tremble on their Tongue; I mimicry too; practice much, In taking off great Art display I'm quite at home by a single touch, Because I has such a taking Vay. (_They Retire._)

Enter _Sarah Young_ & her _Servant Girl_, with a Box--on which is written "Sarah Young"--_Bailiffs_, come forward, look pryingly about--The Chair comes on P.S. _Bailiff_ stops _Rake_ and arrests him,--_Boy_ Steals his Cane--_Sarah Young_ pays the money for _Rake_, he kisses her hand, returns into Chair & is carried back: She goes off O.P. supported by her _Girl_; having left the Contents of her Box on the Ground--The Shoe-Boy is picking them up, when _Clown_ Enters, who reads, & recollects the name, disputes with _Boy_ about the Contents of the Box, & seeing his Master's Cane claims it--a Scuffle ensues.--Whenever _Clown_ attempts to Strike _Boy_--_Boy_ throws his Stool in _Clown's_ way over which he breaks his Shins--_Clown_ has already a great Leak in his Hat, & finding a Muff in the Box, wears it, & apes the _Welchman_ who is going to Court.

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_Scene 8^{th}_

_Bells Ringing--Marrow Bones & Cleavers &c &c_

_Rake & Old Woman._ Richly dress'd coming from Church. _Men Servants_ in Rich Liveries--_Clown._--_old Lady's maid Serv^{t.}_ &c all in favours.--_Parish Clerk_ Bows very low--_Old Lady_ Stops & makes him a present--_Marrow Bones & Cleavers_ beg of _Rake_ who throws money on the Ground, they Scramble for it. Company go off.--Tune during the Whole time--"Mind the Golden Rule." _Sarah Young_, on coming out of Church, faints against a Monument: Recovers to see them go off--Looks after them.--pause--Sings

_Air.--Tune--"Mary's Lamentation."_

I sigh, I lament me in vain The Chill wind Re-echo's my moan; Alas, what can equal my pain-- When I think that for ever he's gone.

My Eyes, when they're raised above, View Birds as they wanton in Air Sweet Birds!--Ye are coupled by Love I weep & I sink in despair.

Tho' Affection be all turn'd to hate And that Hate be the Sum of my woes My fears will arrise for his Fate, I cannot divest me of those.

Base Man! know in Ages to come, Thy falsehood detested Shall be And when I am Cold in my tomb Some Heart still shall sorrow for me. (_Bell Tolls._)

What Visions now crowd on my Sight! White Rob'd--with Eyes bent on the ground! Ah! me--'tis a Funeral Rite-- I hear the deep Bell's solemn sound.

It tells me my Sorrows will close, On Care's softest pillow all lye The Grave will extinguish my woes Then Sarah--prepare thee to die!

(_Exit._)

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_Scene 9^{th}_

_Servants_ attending--Enter _Rake_ follow'd by _Clown_, who is ridiculously dress'd--_Rake_ gives Orders to _Servants_ and Exit--_Clown_ follows a little way--then conceitedly returns & Sings to Servants.

_Song. Clown._

Quite a Clod I came up my Shoes tied with a thong, Lookd foolish--quite mulish I trudg'd it along, And gaz'd like an Oaf at the wonderful throng, That here so gay smart & brave are; A ninny--the Twaddle--Lord quite a mere Hic A terrible bore--quite a Thing--a Queer Stick-- But now, I'm the tippee--the dandy--the kick-- "Look here--here again--here again--here" (_Spoke_) Tol de rol, de rol, la rol lol, la rol, lal la Oh, Damme! I'm devilish clever.

(2.)

For Band Regulations to Butchells I pop My ankles just hid by a Natty Boot-top, Pig-tails are a Bore so I mount the neat Crop To appear the clean thing's my Endeavour My negligent coat-cape proclaims me the Beau Ease & Elegance always are habited so I'm the tippee--the dandy--the kick too--heigho! "Look here &c &c &c

(3.)

The Girls all admire me--each fancy I please, To one give a leer, tip the other a Squeeze, Blow a kiss to the Third--for you see I'm all ease And each Whispers thanks for the favour Boh--Damme!--an oath I so pleasantly swear And for Duels--Bounce--Bang--let them fight me who dare I'm the tippee--the Dandy--the Kick too--look there-- There again &c &c-- _Exit_

Noise without. Enter _Porter_ with a _Washing Machine_, puts it down--Enter Beat'em, pursued by Washerwomen, who beat him & break his washing machine--Tear his Bills &c &c two or three of the _Women_ hold him, while an _Irish Washerwoman_ sings the following _Song_.

_Song Shelah O'Sudds--Tune "The Siege of Troy."_

Och! Mr. Acrostic I hate your big notes, In op'ning your Mouth, why you'd stop all our Thoats; Wid Natty Men Milliners, Och! You'd be even, And Starve all the Fair-Sex wid Men-Washer-Women. But leave off such Nonsense 'tis better, my Joy, Than let Shelah O'Sudds be widout her Employ; We'll beat all your Beat'ems but give us fair-play While wid Elbows & Fists we lather away.

_Chorus._ Sing Latherum, whack!--boderation, my Joy, Let Shelah O'Sudds pray now have her employ She'll beat all your Beat'ems but give her fair play While wid Elbows & fists She Lather'd away.

(2.)

Wid your Saving & Soaping you make such a fuss, But you save what is Ours for you steal it from us 'Bout your Beauty & Elegance, always are teizing, By my Soul it's too pleasant, for long to be pleasing. So leave off &c--

(3.)

To destroy our Endeavours to live is't you mean? It's a black, dirty Job, tho' you do it so Clean But a Wipe we must give you; agree, my dear Jewel-- And an Irish Shilaleh shall serve as the Towel. So leave off &c

_Exeunt--beating him off._

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_Scene 10^{th}_

_One O'Clock in The Morning._

Two or More _Chairmen_ playing at All-fours & Singing--

_Catch._--"Agree, Agree, if not d'ye see."

Piano & Forte, according to the distance of the Watchman who calls the Hour, & when the Watchmen Enter they cover their Lanthorn with a Coat-Flap, & resume the Game when Watchman is gone. During this time the _Gamblers_ who are in the next Scene, are to pass from P.S. to O.P. Sculkingly. _Rake_ passes,--Stops,--pulls out his purse, shakes it, and Shutting one Eye--Signifies he had it from his One Ey'd Wife. _Catch Continues_--"Agree Agree" &c--Scene Closes.

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_Scene 11^{th}_

Discovers _Gamblers_ at play. _Rake_ Seated.

_Catch_--"Pass the Box, come pass it faster."-- or--"Rattle Dice, Rattle."--

_Rake_ looses all his Cash--then his Watch--Sword Knee-Buckles --Snuff-Box--Ring--Everything. _A Man_ Stands at his Back--supplies him with money on them 'till all is gone--When he Kneels.--Smoke is issuing thro' the Pannel, which does not alarm Gamblers in the least. Enter Watchmen--They continue playing & Singing--Scene Closes.

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_Scene 12^{th}_

_Red Blinds waved Sometimes Quick Down then rais'd again._ Watchmens Rattles heard, all bustle & noise at a little Distance. Enter some _Loosers_ with _Characters of Suspicious look_--they produce Pistols to the Chagrin'd _Loosers_.--The _Loosers_ take the Pistols.--Tune--"Let us take the Road."--They go off. Enter _watchmen_ with Rattles. _Beadle_, _Mob_ with Fire Engine (_Covent Garden or Hadley._) Furniture carried across from the Gaming Room. Enter _Fire Men_.--Hose & Pipe conveyed across. Variety of _Characters_ alarmed by Fire. _A Boy_ carries a Feather-bed across--he falls down--Some _Characters_ fall on it. NB: Confusion kept up as long as Necessary.

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_Scene 13^{th}_

_Rake_--is inhumanly dragg'd off by Bailiffs P.S.

_Wife_ follows in great Agitation.

_Enter Ballad-Singer_

A Ballad Entitled & Call'd--"The Rake's Progress"--

_Ballad. Tune "The Race-Horse."_

See the Massy Chests Open'd, with Riches replete, Plate, Jewels, & Rent-Rolls an ample Estate; Bonds, Mortgages, Leases long buried are found, Lawyers Servants & Tradesmen Attending around: While with heart quite 'Elated, cheeks glowing with health, Discarding his love, gazing pleas'd at his wealth, Resolv'd each dull thought in gay pleasure to drown, The Libertine Rakewell--first starts on the Town.

(2.)

His Levee attended by Bully & Sot (Plighted vows to his fair Rustic Charmer forgot) Poets, Dancers, Musicians, his Mansion Resort; Boxers--Jockies, & Huntsmen, his patronage Court. And now, in a Brothel, mid nymphs void of Fame, Whom depravity's Render'd long Callous to Shame He squanders his Fortune to infamy meet And the Libertine Rakewell's the Dupe of Deceit.

(3.)