The Blues: A Literary Eclogue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Nimium ne crede colori Virgil Ecl ii	A
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O trust not ye beautiful creatures to hue	B
Though your hair were as red as your stockings are blue	B
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Introduction To The Blues	C
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Byron's correspondence does not explain the mood in which he wrote The Blues or afford the slightest hint or clue to its motif or occasion In a letter to Murray dated Ravenna August he writes I send you a thing which I scribbled off yesterday a mere buffoonery to quiz 'The Blues ' If published it must be anonymously You may send me a proof if you think it worth the trouble Six weeks later September he had changed his mind You need not he says send The Blues which is a mere buffoonery not meant for publication With these intimations our knowledge ends and there is nothing to show why in August he took it into his head to quiz The Blues or why being so minded he thought it worth while to quiz them in so pointless and belated a fashion We can but guess that an allusion in a letter from England an incident at a conversazione at Ravenna or perhaps the dialogues in Peacock's novels Melincourt and Nightmare Abbey brought to his recollection the half modish half literary coteries of the earlier years of the Regency and that he sketches the scenes and persons of his eclogue not from life but from memory	D
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In the Diary of there is more than one mention of the Blues For instance November he writes Sotheby is a Litt rateur the oracle of the Coteries of the 's Lydia White Sydney Smith's 'Tory Virgin' Mrs Wilmot she at least is a swan and might frequent a purer stream Lady Beaumont and all the Blues with Lady Charlemont at their head Again on December To morrow there is a party purple at the 'blue' Miss Berry's Shall I go um I don't much affect your blue bottles but one ought to be civil Perhaps that blue winged Kashmirian butterfly of book learning Lady Charlemont will be there see Letters ii note	E
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Byron was perhaps a more willing guest at literary entertainments than he professed to be I met him says Sir Walter Scott Memoirs of the Life etc ii frequently in society Some very agreeable parties I can recollect particularly one at Sir George Beaumont's where the amiable landlord had assembled some persons distinguished for talent Of these I need only mention the late Sir Humphry Davy Mr Richard Sharpe and Mr Rogers were also present	F
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Again Miss Berry in her Journal in records May that Lord and Lady Byron persuaded me to go with them to Miss Lydia White vide post p Never have I seen a more imposing convocation of ladies arranged in a circle than when we entered Lord Byron brought me home He stayed to supper If he did not affect your blue bottles he was on intimate terms with Madame de Sta l the Begum of Literature as Moore called her with the Contessa d'Albrizzi the De Sta l of Italy with Mrs Wilmot the inspirer of She walks in beauty like the night with Mrs Shelley with Lady Blessington Moreover to say nothing of his mathematical wife who was as blue as ether the Countess Guiccioli could not only read and inwardly digest Corinna see letter to Moore January but knew the Divina Commedia by heart and was a critic as well as an inspirer of her lover's poetry	D
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If it is difficult to assign a reason or occasion for the composition of The Blues it is a harder perhaps an impossible task to identify all the dramatis person Botherby Lady Bluemount and Miss Diddle are obviously Sotheby Lady Beaumont and Lydia White Scamp the Lecturer may be Hazlitt who had incurred Byron's displeasure by commenting on his various and varying estimates of Napoleon see Lectures on the English Poets p and Don Juan Canto stanza ii line note to Buonaparte Inkel seems to be meant for Byron himself and Tracy a friend not a Lake poet for Moore Sir Richard and Lady Bluebottle may possibly symbolize Lord and Lady Holland and Miss Lilac is certainly Miss Milbanke the Annabella of Byron's courtship not the moral Clytemnestra of his marriage and separation	G
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The Blues was published anonymously in the third number of the Liberal which appeared April The Eclogue was not attributed to Byron and met with greater contempt than it deserved In the Noctes Ambrosiance Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine May vol xiii p the third number of the Liberal is dismissed with the remark The last Number contains not one line of Byron's Thank God he has seen his error and kicked them out Brief but contemptuous notices appeared in the Literary Chronicle April and the Literary Gazette May while a short lived periodical named the Literary Register May quoted at length in John Bull May implies that the author i e Leigh Hunt would be better qualified to catch the manners of Lisson Grove than of May Fair It is possible that this was the last straw and that the reception of The Blues hastened Byron's determination to part company with the profitless and ill omened Liberal	H
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The Blues A Literary Eclogue	I
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Eclogue The First	J
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London Before the Door of a Lecture Room	K
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Enter TRACY meeting INKEL	H
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Ink You're too late	L
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Tra Is it over	M
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Ink Nor will be this hour	M
But the benches are crammed like a garden in flower	M
With the pride of our belles who have made it the fashion	G
So instead of beaux arts we may say la belle passion	G
For learning which lately has taken the lead in	N
The world and set all the fine gentlemen reading	I
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Tra I know it too well and have worn out my patience	O
With studying to study your new publications	P
There's Vamp Scamp and Mouthy and Wordswords and Co	I
With their damnable	H
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Ink Hold my good friend do you know	I
Whom you speak to	B
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Tra Right well boy and so does the Row	I
You're an author a poet	Q
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Ink And think you that I	A
Can stand tamely in silence to hear you decry	A
The Muses	R
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Tra Excuse me I meant no offence	R
To the Nine though the number who make some pretence	R
To their favours is such but the subject to drop	S
I am just piping hot from a publisher's shop	S
Next door to the pastry cook's so that when I	A
Cannot find the new volume I wanted to buy	A
On the bibliopole's shelves it is only two paces	R
As one finds every author in one of those places	R
Where I just had been skimming a charming critique	I
So studded with wit and so sprinkled with Greek	I
Where your friend you know who has just got such a threshing	I
That it is as the phrase goes extremely refreshing	I
What a beautiful word	T
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Ink Very true 'tis so soft	U
And so cooling they use it a little too oft	V
And the papers have got it at last but no matter	M
So they've cut up our friend then	W
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Tra Not left him a tatter	M
Not a rag of his present or past reputation	G
Which they call a disgrace to the age and the nation	G
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Ink I'm sorry to hear this for friendship you know	I
Our poor friend but I thought it would terminate so	I
Our friendship is such I'll read nothing to shock it	X
You don't happen to have the Review in your pocket	Q
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Tra No I left a round dozen of authors and others	R
Very sorry no doubt since the cause is a brother's	R
All scrambling and jostling like so many imps	R
And on fire with impatience to get the next glimpse	R
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Ink Let us join them	Y
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Tra What won't you return to the lecture	M
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Ink Why the place is so crammed there's not room for a spectre	M
Besides our friend Scamp is to day so absurd	T
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Tra How can you know that till you hear him	Z
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Ink I heard	T
Quite enough and to tell you the truth my retreat	A2
Was from his vile nonsense no less than the heat	A2
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Tra I have had no great loss then	W
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Ink Loss such a palaver	M
I'd inoculate sooner my wife with the slaver	M
Of a dog when gone rabid than listen two hours	R
To the torrent of trash which around him he pours	R
Pumped up with such effort disgorged with such labour	M
That come do not make me speak ill of one's neighbour	M
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Tra I make you	B
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Ink Yes you I said nothing until	H
You compelled me by speaking the truth	B2
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Tra To speak ill	H
Is that your deduction	G
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Ink When speaking of Scamp ill	H
I certainly follow not set an example	H
The fellow's a fool an impostor a zany	D
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Tra And the crowd of to day shows that one fool makes many	D
But we two will be wise	R
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Ink Pray then let us retire	M
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Tra I would but	Q
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Ink There must be attraction much higher	M
Than Scamp or the Jew's harp he nicknames his lyre	M
To call you to this hotbed	C2
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Tra I own it 'tis true	B
A fair lady	D
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Ink A spinster	M
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Tra Miss Lilac	I
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Ink The Blue	B
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Tra The heiress The angel	H
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Ink The devil why man	D2
Pray get out of this hobble as fast as you can	D2
You wed with Miss Lilac 'twould be your perdition	D2
She's a poet a chymist a mathematician	D2
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Tra I say she's an angel	H
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Ink Say rather an angle	H
If you and she marry you'll certainly wrangle	H
I say she's a Blue man as blue as the ether	M
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Tra And is that any cause for not coming together	M
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Ink Humph I can't say I know any happy alliance	R
Which has lately sprung up from a wedlock with science	R
She's so learn d in all things and fond of concerning	I
Herself in all matters connected with learning	I
That	E2
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Tra What	Q
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Ink I perhaps may as well hold my tongue	I
But there's five hundred people can tell you you're	M
wrong	I
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Tra You forget Lady Lilac's as rich as a Jew	B
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Ink Is it miss or the cash of mamma you pursue	B
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Tra Why Jack I'll be frank with you something of both	F2
The girl's a fine girl	H
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Ink And you feel nothing loth	G2
To her good lady mother's reversion and yet	H2
Her life is as good as your own I will bet	H2
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Tra Let her live and as long as she likes I demand	I2
Nothing more than the heart of her daughter and hand	I2
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Ink Why that heart's in the inkstand that hand on the pen	D2
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Tra A propos Will you write me a song now and then	D2
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Ink To what purpose	R
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Tra You know my dear friend that in prose	R
My talent is decent as far as it goes	R
But in rhyme	J2
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Ink You're a terrible stick to be sure	M
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Tra I own it and yet in these times there's no lure	M
For the heart of the fair like a stanza or two	B
And so as I can't will you furnish a few	B
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Ink In your name	K2
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Tra In my name I will copy them out	L2
To slip into her hand at the very next rout	L2
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Ink Are you so far advanced as to hazard this	R
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Tra Why	A
Do you think me subdued by a Blue stocking's eye	A
So far as to tremble to tell her in rhyme	J2
What I've told her in prose at the least as sublime	J2
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Ink As sublime If i be so no need of my Muse	R
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Tra But consider dear Inkel she's one of the Blues	R
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Ink As sublime Mr Tracy I've nothing to say	R
Stick to prose As sublime but I wish you good day	R
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Tra Nay stay my dear fellow consider I'm wrong	I
I own it but prithee compose me the song	I
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Ink As sublime	J2
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Tra I but used the expression in haste	M2
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Ink That may be Mr Tracy but shows damned bad taste	M2
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Tra I own it I know it acknowledge it what	Q
Can I say to you more	M
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Ink I see what you'd be at	E2
You disparage my parts with insidious abuse	R
Till you think you can turn them best to your own use	R
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Tra And is that not a sign I respect them	Y
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Ink Why that	E2
To be sure makes a difference	R
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Tra I know what is what	Q
And you who're a man of the gay world no less	R
Than a poet of t'other may easily guess	R
That I never could mean by a word to offend	N2
A genius like you and moreover my friend	N2
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Ink No doubt you by this time should know what is due	B
To a man of but come let us shake hands	R
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Tra You knew	B
And you know my dear fellow how heartily I	A
Whatever you publish am ready to buy	A
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Ink That's my bookseller's business I care not for sale	H
Indeed the best poems at first rather fail	H
There were Renegade's epics and Botherby's plays	R
And my own grand romance	R
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Tra Had its full share of praise	R
I myself saw it puffed in the Old Girl's Review	B
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Ink What Review	B
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Tra Tis the English Journal de Trevoux	R
A clerical work of our Jesuits at home	O2
Have you never yet seen it	X
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Ink That pleasure's to come	P2
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Tra Make haste then	D2
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Ink Why so	R
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Tra I have heard people say	R
That it threatened to give up the ghost t'other day	R
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Ink Well that is a sign of some spirit	Q
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Tra No doubt	L2
Shall you be at the Countess of Fiddlecome's rout	L2
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Ink I've a card and shall go but at present as soon	D2
As friend Scamp shall be pleased to step down from the moon	D2
Where he seems to be soaring in search of his wits	R
And an interval grants from his lecturing fits	R
I'm engaged to the Lady Bluebottle's collation	D2
To partake of a luncheon and learn'd conversation	D2
'Tis a sort of reunion for Scamp on the days	R
Of his lecture to treat him with cold tongue and praise	R
And I own for my own part that 'tis not unpleasant	F
Will you go There's Miss Lilac will also be present	F
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Tra That metal's attractive	Q2
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Ink No doubt to the pocket	Q
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Tra You should rather encourage my passion than shock it	X
But let us proceed for I think by the hum	P2
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Ink Very true let us go then before they can come	P2
Or else we'll be kept here an hour at their levee	D
On the rack of cross questions by all the blue bevy	D
Hark Zounds they'll be on us I know by the drone	D2
Of old Botherby's spouting ex cathedr tone	D2
Aye there he is at it Poor Scamp better join	D2
Your friends or he'll pay you back in your own coin	D2
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Tra All fair 'tis but lecture for lecture	M
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Ink That's clear	M
But for God's sake let's go or the Bore will be here	M
Come come nay I'm off	R2
Exit INKEL	H
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Tra You are right and I'll follow	H
'Tis high time for a Sic me servavit Apollo	H
And yet we shall have the whole crew on our kibes	R
Blues dandies and dowagers and second hand scribes	R
All flocking to moisten their exquisite throttles	R
With a glass of Madeira at Lady Bluebottle's	R
Exit TRACY	R
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Eclogue The Second	S2
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An Apartment in the House of LADY BLUEBOTTLE A Table prepared	T2
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SIR RICHARD BLUEBOTTLE solus	R
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Was there ever a man who was married so sorry	R
Like a fool I must needs do the thing in a hurry	R
My life is reversed and my quiet destroyed	U2
My days which once passed in so gentle a void	U2
Must now every hour of the twelve be employed	U2
The twelve do I say of the whole twenty four	M
Is there one which I dare call my own any more	M
What with driving and visiting dancing and dining	I
What with learning and teaching and scribbling and shining	I
In science and art I'll be cursed if I know	H
Myself from my wife for although we are two	B
Yet she somehow contrives that all things shall be done	D2
In a style which proclaims us eternally one	D2
But the thing of all things which distresses me more	M
Than the bills of the week though they trouble me sore	M
Is the numerous humorous backbiting crew	B
Of scribblers wits lecturers white black and blue	B
Who are brought to my house as an inn to my cost	V2
For the bill here it seems is defrayed by the host	W2
No pleasure no leisure no thought for my pains	R
But to hear a vile jargon which addles my brains	R
A smatter and chatter gleaned out of reviews	R
By the rag tag and bobtail of those they call Blues	R
A rabble who know not But soft here they come	P2
Would to God I were deaf as I'm not I'll be dumb	P2
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Enter LADY BLUEBOTTLE MISS LILAC LADY BLUEMOUNT MR BOTHERBY INKEL TRACY MISS MAZARINE and others with SCAMP the Lecturer etc etc	I
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Lady Blueb	A
Ah Sir Richard good morning I've brought you some friends	R
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Sir Rich bows and afterwards aside	X2
If friends they're the first	J
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Lady Blueb But the luncheon attends	R
I pray ye be seated sans c r monie	D2
Mr Scamp you're fatigued take your chair there next me	R
They all sit	X
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Sir Rich aside If he does his fatigue is to come	P2
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Lady Blueb Mr Tracy	R
Lady Bluemount Miss Lilac be pleased pray to place ye	R
And you Mr Botherby	A
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Both Oh my dear Lady	R
I obey	A
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Lady Blueb Mr Inkel I ought to upbraid ye	R
You were not at the lecture	M
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Ink Excuse me I was	R
But the heat forced me out in the best part alas	R
And when	D2
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Lady Blueb To be sure it was broiling but then	D2
You have lost such a lecture	M
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Both The best of the ten	D2
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Tra How can you know that there are two more	M
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Both Because	R
I defy him to beat this day's wondrous applause	R
The very walls shook	I
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Ink Oh if that be the test	Y2
I allow our friend Scamp has this day done his best	Y2
Miss Lilac permit me to help you a wing	I
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Miss Lil No more sir I thank you Who lectures next spring	I
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Both Dick Dunder	M
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Ink That is if he lives	R
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Miss Lil And why not	Z2
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Ink No reason whatever save that he's a sot	A3
Lady Bluemount a glass of Madeira	M
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Lady Bluem With pleasure	M
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Ink How does your friend Wordswords that Windermere treasure	M
Does he stick to his lakes like the leeches he sings	R
And their gatherers as Homer sung warriors and kings	R
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Lady Bluem He has just got a place	R
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Ink As a footman	D2
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Lady Bluem For shame	K2
Nor profane with your sneers so poetic a name	K2
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Ink Nay I meant him no evil but pitied his master	M
For the poet of pedlers 'twere sure no disaster	M
To wear a new livery the more as 'tis not	Z2
The first time he has turned both his creed and his coat	E
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Lady Bluem For shame I repeat If Sir George could but hear	M
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Lady Blueb Never mind our friend Inkel we all know my dear	M
'Tis his way	A
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Sir Rich But this place	R
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Ink Is perhaps like friend Scamp's	R
A lecturer's	R
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Lady Bluem Excuse me 'tis one in the Stamps	R
He is made a collector	M
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Tra Collector	M
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Sir Rich How	B3
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Miss Lil What	Q
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Ink I shall think of him oft when I buy a new hat	E2
There his works will appear	M
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Lady Bluem Sir they reach to the Ganges	R
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Ink I sha'n't go so far I can have them at Grange's	R
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Lady Bluem Oh fie	R2
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Miss Lil And for shame	K2
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Lady Bluem You're too bad	C3
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Both Very good	D3
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Lady Bluem How good	D3
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Lady Blueb He means nought 'tis his phrase	R
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Lady Bluem He grows rude	E3
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Lady Blueb He means nothing nay ask him	Z
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Lady Bluem Pray Sir did you mean	D2
What you say	R
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Ink Never mind if he did 'twill be seen	D2
That whatever he means won't alloy what he says	R
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Both Sir	M
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Ink Pray be content with your portion of praise	R
'Twas in your defence	R
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Both If you please with submission	D2
I can make out my own	D2
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Ink It would be your perdition	D2
While you live my dear Botherby never defend	N2
Yourself or your works but leave both to a friend	N2
Apropos Is your play then accepted at last	F3
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Both At last	F3
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Ink Why I thought that's to say there had passed	F3
A few green room whispers which hinted you know	D2
That the taste of the actors at best is so so	D2
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Both Sir the green room's in rapture and so's the Committee	R
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Ink Aye yours are the plays for exciting our pity	R
And fear as the Greek says for purging the mind	G3
I doubt if you'll leave us an equal behind	G3
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Both I have written the prologue and meant to have prayed	H3
For a spice of your wit in an epilogue's aid	H3
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Ink Well time enough yet when the play's to be played	H3
Is it cast yet	H2
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Both The actors are fighting for parts	R
As is usual in that most litigious of arts	R
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Lady Blueb We'll all make a party and go the first night	I3
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Tra And you promised the epilogue Inkel	B
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Ink Not quite	I3
However to save my friend Botherby trouble	B
I'll do what I can though my pains must be double	B
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Tra Why so	D2
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Ink To do justice to what goes before	M
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Both Sir I'm happy to say I've no fears on that score	M
Your parts Mr Inkel are	M
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Ink Never mind mine	D2
Stick to those of your play which is quite your own line	D2
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Lady Bluem You're a fugitive writer I think sir of rhymes	R
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Ink Yes ma'am and a fugitive reader sometimes	R
On Wordswords for instance I seldom alight	I3
Or on Mouthey his friend without taking to flight	I3
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Lady Bluem Sir your taste is too common but time and posterity	R
Will right these great men and this age's severity	R
Become its reproach	J3
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Ink I've no sort of objection	D2
So I'm not of the party to take the infection	D2
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Lady Blueb Perhaps you have doubts that they ever will take	I
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Ink Not at all on the contrary those of the lake	I
Have taken already and still will continue	D2
To take what they can from a groat to a guinea	R
Of pension or place but the subject's a bore	M
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Lady Bluem Well sir the time's coming	I
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Ink Scamp don't you feel sore	M
What say you to this	R
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Scamp They have merit I own	D2
Though their system's absurdity keeps it unknown	D2
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Ink Then why not unearth it in one of your lectures	R
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Scamp It is only time past which comes under my strictures	R
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Lady Blueb Come a truce with all tartness the joy of my heart	K3
Is to see Nature's triumph o'er all that is art	K3
Wild Nature Grand Shakespeare	M
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Both And down Aristotle	B
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Lady Bluem Sir George thinks exactly with Lady Bluebottle	B
And my Lord Seventy four who protects our dear Bard	L3
And who gave him his place has the greatest regard	L3
For the poet who singing of pedlers and asses	R
Has found out the way to dispense with Parnassus	R
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Tra And you Scamp	S
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Scamp I needs must confess I'm embarrassed	M3
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Ink Don't call upon Scamp who's already so harassed	F3
With old schools and new schools	R
and no schools and all schools	R
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Tra Well one thing is certain that some must be fools	R
I should like to know who	D2
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Ink And I should not be sorry	R
To know who are not it would save us some worry	R
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Lady Blueb A truce with remark and let nothing control	B
This feast of our reason and flow of the soul	B
Oh my dear Mr Botherby sympathise I	A
Now feel such a rapture I'm ready to fly	A
I feel so elastic so buoyant so buoyant	F
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Ink Tracy open the window	D2
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Tra I wish her much joy on't	R
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Both For God's sake my Lady Bluebottle check not	Z2
This gentle emotion so seldom our lot	Z2
Upon earth Give it way 'tis an impulse which lifts	R
Our spirits from earth the sublimest of gifts	R
For which poor Prometheus was chained to his mountain	D2
'Tis the source of all sentiment feeling's true fountain	D2
'Tis the Vision of Heaven upon Earth 'tis the gas	R
Of the soul 'tis the seizing of shades as they pass	R
And making them substance 'tis something divine	D2
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Ink Shall I help you my friend to a little more wine	D2
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Both I thank you not any more sir till I dine	D2
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Ink Apropos Do you dine with Sir Humphry to day	R
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Tra I should think with Duke Humphry was more in your way	R
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Ink It might be of yore but we authors now look	I
To the Knight as a landlord much more than the Duke	I
The truth is each writer now quite at his ease is	R
And except with his publisher dines where he pleases	R
But 'tis now nearly five and I must to the Park	I
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Tra And I'll take a turn with you there till 'tis dark	I
And you Scamp	S
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Scamp Excuse me I must to my notes	R
For my lecture next week	I
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Ink He must mind whom he quotes	R
Out of Elegant Extracts	R
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Lady Blueb Well now we break up	S
But remember Miss Diddle invites us to sup	S
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Ink Then at two hours past midnight we all meet again	D2
For the sciences sandwiches hock and champagne	D2
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Tra And the sweet lobster salad	N3
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Both I honour that meal	B
For 'tis then that our feelings most genuinely feel	B
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Ink True feeling is truest then far beyond question	D2
I wish to the gods 'twas the same with digestion	D2
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Lady Blueb Pshaw never mind that for one moment of feeling	I
Is worth God knows what	Q
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Ink 'Tis at least worth concealing	I
For itself or what follows But here comes your carriage	O3
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Sir Rich aside	X2
I wish all these people were d d with my marriage	O3
Exeunt	X2

George Gordon Byron

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