I think it probable the following fragment has been the opening speech of this very comedy; for in it he addreffes the People, and complains of the preference they are apt to beftow upon foreigners, to the neglect of their own countrymen "Receiving every thing "with favour that falls from their lips, and "applauding them as oracles of human wif"dom; whereas, if any one of your own "countrymen addreffes you (though in no << refpect their inferior) you look down upon "him with contempt; nay, you are ready to pronounce that the man is in his dotage; "a fool who never had fenfes, or a madman "who has loft them-but hark ye, gentlemen! "let me have a word with you at starting; "let me prevail with you to revoke these un"juft proceedings, and give a fellow-citizen "and your humble fervant a fair hearing and "impartial judgment." I fufpect this to be a fly blow at Aristophanes, who was not an Athenian born, and perhaps at this time had not his adoption. He proceeds. to lament the state of public affairs, and the degeneracy of the times; for in the old comedy it was usual for the poet to harangue the theatre, either in the opening of the piece, or at any convenient interval between the scenes, VOL. III. fometimes K fometimes in his own perfon, fometimes by the mouth of the chorus. We cannot wonder if fuch fentiments as the following, delivered from the ftage, fhould render Eupolis obnoxious to men in power. Addrefs to the Audience by Eupolis. "Of many things, which offer themselves "to my confideration, I cannot find words to << speak, fo penetrated am I with affliction, "when I turn my thoughts to the condition "of the commonwealth; for you must be "confcious, O citizens, it was not fo admi"niftered in times paft, when men of high "birth, men, whofe rank, fortune and merit gave them a confideration in the ftate, filled "the firft offices of government: To fuch we "deferred, as to the deities themfelves; for "they merited our refpect, and under their protection we enjoyed fecurity: Now we "have no other guide in our election but blind "C ignoble chance, and on whatfoever head it "falls, though he be the worst and meanest of "mankind, he ftarts up a great man at once, "and is inftalled with all proper folemnity a rogue in ftate." Here the poet fpeaks out of the roftrum rather rather than from the ftage: This is plain bold language; and tempts me to call our countryman Ben Jonfon on the scene, who was deep in all these remnants of the old Greek poets, and frequently talks the very language of the Athenian theatre. Afper, in character of Prefenter of the play, thus opens the comedy of Every Man out of his Humour. Addrefs to the Audience by B. Jonfon. Away! Who is fo patient of this impious world, Who can behold fuch prodigies as these, And have his lips feal'd up? Not I; my foul Was never ground into fuch oily colours, I fear no mood flampt in a private brows, That drunken custom would not shame to laugh This is the very fpirit of the old Greek comedy, fpeaking through the organs of our English Ariftophanes, and old Ben fills the character of the prægrandis fenex, as well as he for whom it was defigned. It is the Comedia, vocem tollens, and afferting her determination to keep up her rights according to antient cuftom of her founders - Siquis erat dignus defcribi. In the third year of Olymp. LXXXIX. which was two years after the deceafe of Cratinus, Eupolis acted his comedy called The Flatterers, Alcæus being archon. I cannot doubt but the following is a fragment of this comedy; it is a part of the speech of a parafite, and runs over a few of the arts, by which he gulls the rich boobies that fall in his way. The Parafite of Eupolis, "Mark now, and learn of me the thriving arts, "Fine rogues we are, my friend (of that be fure) "First I provide myfelf a nimble thing "To be my page, a varlet of all crafts ; "Next "Next two new fuits for feafts and gala-days, "Which I promote by turns, when I walk forth "In fome night-cellar on our barley cakes, The Parafite of Ben Jonfon. MOSCA. Ob! your parafite Is a most precious thing, dropt from above, Not bred'mong clods and clot-poles here on earth. All the wife world is little else in nature I mean not those, that have your bare town-art, No family, no care, and therefore mould Tales for men's ears, to bait that sense-nor those, |