iJ4 a THE GERMAN PLAY AT VENICE. 



perfection ! — That I could but fee them ! Yet a few 

 minutes, and the coming on of the flrfl: hour compels^ 

 me back to the world below, from whence perhaps in 

 the next 1800 years I may not be able to depart ; and 

 rnuft only mutter by myfelf in fome vaft defart, be- - 

 caufe it feems to the growling fellow Minos as if I had 

 formerly above been too loquacious at times. 



The German fmiled. Such as I am, faid he, are all 

 my countrymen, or at leaft they may be fuch. — Does 

 then the appearance we make in thy eyes pleafe thee I 



Very much. 



And thou longer!: to fee how thy countrymen, or at 

 leaft the greater! part them, appear to us ? 

 Oh from my very heart \ 



Well, wait but a few moments. — I underftand a, 

 little of the black art ; I will employ it now to give thee 



fatisfa&ion. 



He gave a nod, and there prefently appeared a Sa- 

 voyard on each lide of the ftreeU 



Kauft Hecheln ! Kauft ! Raree fhow, fine rarec 

 fliow againft the wall ! Fine madame Catarina da^ace 

 upon the ground ! Who fees ? who fees the galantee 

 fhow ? refounded from both lides of the ftage. 



Behold, refumed the German, behold, o Cicero, 

 thus do thy pofterity, the antient mailers of the world, 

 the foremoft among mankind, the nation with the 

 Blighty progrefs beyond us, thus do they moftly ap- 

 pear to us. Bo they pleafe thee ? 



The fpirit was petrified with lilent amazement. The 

 clock of a neighbouring fteeple {truck one, and he 

 feemed to vanifh away in difguft. 



But in much greater did the noble Venetians rife up 

 from their feats ; took \ 7 .. T -ith frozen fmiles, 



ana 



