Act 1 - Scene 4

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_ ACT I - SCENE IV

Grizzle.
(solus.)

[1] Where art thou, Grizzle? where
are now thy glories?
Where are the drums that waken thee to honour?
Greatness is a laced coat from Monmouth-street,
Which fortune lends us for a day to wear,
To-morrow puts it on another's back.
The spiteful sun but yesterday survey'd
His rival high as Saint Paul's cupola;
Now may he see me as Fleet-ditch laid low.

[Footnote 1:
Mr Banks has (I wish I could not say too servilely)
imitated this of Grizzle in his Earl of Essex:
Where art thou, Essex, &c.] _

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