10 TRACY. You should rather encourage my passion than shock it. INKEL. Very true; let us go, then, before they can come, TRACY. All fair; 'tis but lecture for lecture. INKEL. That's clear. But for God's sake let's go, or the bore will be here. Come, come: nay, I'm off. [Exit INKEL. TRACY. You are right, and I'll follow ; 'Tis high time for a " Sic me servavit Apollo." And yet we shall have the whole crew on our kibes, End of Eclogue First. [Exit TRACY. ECLOGUE SECOND. An Apartment in the House of LADY BLUEBOTTLE.-A Table prepared. SIR RICHARD BLUEBOTTLE solus. Was there ever a man who was married so sorry? In science and art, I'll be curst if I know Myself from my wife; for although we are two, Yet she somehow contrives that all things shall be done In a style which proclaims us eternally one. But the thing of all things which distresses me more A smatter and chatter, gleaned out of reviews, By the rag, tag, and bobtail, of those they call " Blues ;" A rabble who know not--But soft, here they come ! Would to God I were deaf! as I'm not, I'll be dumb. Enter LADY BLUEBOTTLE, MISS LILAC, LADY BLUEMOUNT, MR. BOTHERBY, INKEL, TRACY, MISS MAZARINE, and others, with SCAMP the Lecturer, &c. &c. LADY BLUEBOTTLE. Ah! Sir Richard, good morning; I've brought you some friends. SIR RICHARD bows, and afterwards aside. If friends, they're the first. LADY BLUEBOTTLE. But the luncheon attends. I pray ye be seated, "sans ceremonie." Mr. Scamp, you're fatigued; take your chair there, next me. SIR RICHARD, aside. If he does, his fatigue is to come. LADY BLUEBOTTLE. Mr. Tracy [They all sit. Lady Bluemount-Miss Lilac-be pleased, pray, to place ye; And you, Mr. Botherby I obey. BOTHERBY. Oh, my dear Lady, LADY BLUEBOTTLE. Mr. Inkel, I ought to upbraid ye; You were not at the lecture. INKEL. Excuse me, I was; But the heat forced me out in the best part-alas! And when LADY BLUEBOTTLE. To be sure it was broiling; but then You have lost such a lecture! BOTHERBY. The best of the ten. TRACY. How can you know that? there are two more. BOTHERBY. Because I defy him to beat this day's wondrous applause. INKEL. Oh, if that be the test, I allow our friend Scamp has this day done his best. MISS LILAC. No more, Sir, I thank you. Who lectures next Spring? BOTHERBY. Dick Dunder. INKEL. That is, if he lives. MISS LILAC. And why not? INKEL. No reason whatever, save that he's a sot. Lady Bluemount! a glass of Madeira? LADY BLUEMOUNT. With pleasure. INKEL. How does your friend Wordswords, that Windermere treasure? Does he stick to his lakes, like the leeches he sings, And their gatherers, as Homer sung warriors and kings? LADY BLUEBOTTLE. He has just got a place. INKEL. As a footman? LADY BLUEMOUNT. For shame! Nor profane with your sneers so poetic a name. INKEL. Nay, I meant him no evil, but pitied his master; The first time he has turned both his creed and his coat. LADY BLUEMOUNT. For shame! I repeat. If Sir George could but hear LADY BLUEBOTTLE. Never mind our friend Inkel; we all know, my dear, Excuse me 'tis one in "the Stamps :" He is made a Collector. TRACY. Collector! SIR RICHARD. How? What? MISS LILAC. |