_Fust_. I am surprized at that, for you must have
seen him often: that's the ghost of Tragedy, sir; he
has walked all the stages of London several years;
but why are not you floured?--What the devil is
become of the barber?
_Ghost_. Sir, he's gone to Drury-lane playhouse to
shave the Sultan in the new entertainment.
_Fust_. Come, Mr Ghost, pray begin.
_Ghost_. From the dark regions of the realms below
The ghost of Tragedy has ridden post;
To tell thee, Common Sense, a thousand things,
Which do import thee nearly to attend: [_Cock crows_.
But, ha! the cursed cock has warn'd me hence;
I did set out too late, and therefore must
Leave all my business to some other time.
[_Ghost descends_.
_Sneer_. I presume this is a character necessary to divert; for I
can see no great business he has fulfilled.
_Fust_. Where's the second ghost?
_Sneer_. I thought the cock had crowed.
_Fust_. Yes, but the second ghost need not be supposed to have
heard it. Pray, Mr Prompter, observe, the moment the first ghost
descends the second is to rise: they are like the twin stars in that.
[2 _Ghost rises_.
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