18 4 ACCOUNT of the GERMAN THEATRE. 



" Grim, {another of his band) 'Tis a long time fince our flafks 

 " were empty of wine. How majeftically the fun fets there 

 " below ! 



Moor, {looking fcdfajlly on the fet ting fun) *Tis thus that a 

 " hero dies, and the nations admire his fall ! 



" G. It feems to move you. 



" M. In my youth, it was my favourite idea to live like 

 " him, {looking earnejlly on the fun) to die like him ! 'Twas the 

 k< fancy of a young man. 



'* G. 'Twas even fo. 



" M, There was a time — {drawing his hat over his eyes) — 

 " leave me alone, my friends. 



G. Moor, Moor ! do you ail aught ? Your colour 



changes. 



M. There was a time when I could not fleep if I had 



forgot my prayers before I laid me down. 



" G. 'Tis folly all — Would you, like a boy, be fchooled by 



the remembrance of your infant days ? 



M. My infant days ! Oh ! {leaning his head on the bofom of 

 " Grim.) 



" G. Think of thefe no more. Be not a child again, I pray 

 " you. 



" M. A child again ! Would that I were ! 



" G. Rouse yourfelf for fhame ! See how the landfcape 

 " fmiles — how beautiful the evening looks ! 



" M. Aye, my friends, this earth is fo beautiful — 



" G. Why, that is well. 



" M. This fcene fo grand — 



" G. You fpeak it truly. I love to hear you talk thus. 



" M. And what am I, in this world that is fo beautiful ! 

 " A thing fo vile on this magnificent work of heaven ! — The 

 " prodigal fon ! 



" G. Moor ! Moor ! 



" M. 



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