The Covent Garden Theatre, or Pasquin Turn'd Drawcansir

Covent Garden Theatre Or Pasquin turn'd Drawcansir.

Scene. The Stage, with a Rostrum on it.

Enter Pasquin. Goes in the Rostrum.

Pas: Nobles,-- Commons-- Beaux, Bells-- Wits, Critics,-- Bards & Bardlins,-- and ye my very good Friends of Common Sense,-- tho' last, not least in Merit,-- Greeting, and Patience to you all. I Seignior Pasquin, of the Quorum of Parnassus. Drawcansir and Censor of Great Britain, by my Bills and Advertisements, have Summoned You together this Night to hear a Public Examination of several Public Nusances, My Scene I have laid in the Common Theatre, which is my usual place of exposing those Knaves and Fools, who despise the Moral-- and those who are too great or too Subtle for the common Law, and as my whole design is new, I hope You, my Gracious Patrons, will not be Offended if I Assigne you a part in this Pasquinade, which is this,-- You are to Act as a Chorus to the whole. When you behold a Fool pleasantly exposed You are to