_F I N I S._
The
Rake's Progress.
from W. Shaw.
The Rake's Progress.
("Hogarth's Series of Pictures Dramatised." P.G.P.)
25,997 British Museum
_The Rake's Progress_
_Before the Curtain--Prefaratory Address._
To wake the Soul by tender strokes of Art
To raise the Genius & to mend the Heart
To make mankind in conscious virtue bold
Was Hogarth's wish while Rakewell's Tale he told,
And strongly painted in gradations nice,
The pomp of Folly, & the Shame of Vice,
Reach'd thro' the laughing Eye--the mended Mind,
And moral humour sportive art beguil'd;
The Walks of humour were his cast of style,
Which probing to the quick, yet makes us smile;
'Twas Comedy, his natural road to fame,
(Nor let me call it by a meaner name).
Where a biginning, middle & and End
Are aptly Join'd; where parts on parts depend,
Each made for each, as Bodies for their Soul,
So as to form one true & perfect whole,
Where a plain story to the Eye is told,
Which we conceive the moment we behold;
This _we_ adopt, your Feelings to engage,
And bring his glowing Portraits on the Stage,
In action tell the workings of the mind
And paint the Various follies of Mankind,
Nor criticism the Attempt destroy,
If with pure Gold we mingle an alloy,
And his great Scenes where nature's self is shewn
Connect with trifling sketches of our own
Nor (to the moral Tale give ample Vigour)
Deny the aid of allegoric Figure;
But Vice & Virtue see this Mansion tread,
And in preludium tow'rds the Story lead,
Attentive view each action of our Rake,
And 'plaud the actor for the Painter's Sake.
* * * * *
_Scene 1^{st}_
_Enter Vice._
_Recitative._ Deck'd in the gaieties of thoughtless Joy
Let jocund Laughter in each orbit beam
In mirth alone I passing time Employ
Attune my Voice & Pleasure is the Theme.
The Flowery maze of Pleasure is divine
And Mortals bow at Vice's dazzling Shrine.
Air.--From Virue's sluggish Rules be free,
Ye mortals who my Shrine adore,
Dance, Laugh & Quaff, & sing like me,
And dissipate the tasteless hour:
In frolic, pastime, Sport & Play
Revel in Joys your Lives away.
_Enter Virtue._
_Recitative._
_Vice._ But Virtue comes!--Offends my sickening Eye!
(Virtue touches the Scene & a Transparency of _Hogarth_ appears with a
Scrool in his hand on which is inscribed "_The Rake's Progress_.")
And Hogarth!--Moral Painter too I see!
In dark oblivion shall thy Semblance lie,
Hogarth & Virtue're enemies to me
(_Approaches to Destroy the Transparency._)
_Recitative._
_Virtue._ Forbear, forbear--by Hogarth is pourtray'd
The Fate of those thy precepts have betray'd,
As in a Mirror's seen each impious Joy,
That Courts the Victim only to destroy.
And look--(_Vice goes off._) Appall'd Vice trembles at the Sound
In virtue only is true Pleasure found. (_Exit._)
* * * * *
_Before the Drop--Enter Virtue._
_Air. Tune, "Mary's Dream."_
Beware--nor lur'd by Vice's Arts,
A moment listen to her wiles,
He who from Virtue's path departs
In seas of trouble she beguiles;
This Hogarth's living pictures shew
View thoughtless man, by Vice undone,
A warning 'tis design'd for you,
Behold--& baneful pleasure Shun. (_Exit_)
* * * * *
_Scene 2^{nd}_ (_No Music._)
A Loud knocking at Street Door
Enter _Starved Maid_ O.P.--She goes across so slow that the Knocking
increases; just before she gets to the Door it is burst open by
_Rake_ (a Youth from College) follow'd by _attorney_, _Upholsterer_ &
_Clown Servant_. _Rake_ flourishes about, kicks against Closet Door,
breaks it open. (Tune "Alteration") takes Keys from thence--Opens an
Iron chest, assisted by _Clown_--_Rake_ scatters Cash about from out
of Bags--Lawyer having sat down & produced a Paper with the Word
"Inventory" written at Top, begins to count Cash, pocketing some at
opportunities; _Upholsterer_ fetches a Ladder & goes to work to take
down Tapestry. _Rake_ breaks open Bureau, throws parchments about;
seeming to look for one in particular. _Clown_ having observed the
_Lawyer_ pocke[ts] some Cash, places himself so near _Lawyer_, that he
puts the money into _Clown's_ pocket, supposing to have put it into his
own. A Knocking at the Door obliges _Clown_ to go. _Taylor_, with a Roll
of Black Cloth, is introduced by _Clown_, much ceremony between _Taylor_
& _Clown_.--_Taylor_ proceeds & measures _Rake_. _Clown_ gets his
fingers snipp'd for interfering. The Door having been left open--Enter
_Starv'd Maid_ with wood; & goes to the Fireplace; _Clown_ then looking
at _Upholsterer_ at Work, the money from the raftor falls into _Clown's_
mouth, at which he Spits & makes a piece of work as if hurt, puts his
hand to his mouth & finding it is money Returns & holds up the flap of
his coat to catch more. Enter P.S. _Mother & Daughter_, at sight of whom
_Rake_ stands aghast.--Girl approaches him. _Rake_ turns from her--She
retreats in Tears--_Mother_ enraged shews Letters--_Girl_ shews a
Ring--_Rake_ takes a handful of Guineas, offers _mother_--who rejects
them, striking his hand, scatters them on the Ground; _Lawyer_ Turns
_Mother & Daughter_ out, placing _Clown_ with his back against the Door.
_Rake_ in great agitation, walks about, _Taylor_ following him to finish
measuring him: Lawyer picking up the money & pocketing some.--_Clown_
points to _Rake_--who, on seeing _Lawyer_ at it, takes Rolls of
Parchment & beats _Lawyer_ about the Head--upon which _Clown_ takes the
Roll of Black Cloth & knocks it about _Taylor's_ head, _Taylor_ resists,
_Upholsterer_ on his Ladder Laughs--The Scuffle increases, in which they
knock down the Ladder, _Upholsterer_ falls--_Rake_ & _Clown_ turn them
all out.
* * * * *
_Scene 3^{d}_
_Enter Mother & Daughter_
_Duett_--Tune--"An Old Woman Cloathed in Grey."
_Mother._ His Vows, ah! Why did'st thou believe?
He ne'er meant a promise to keep,
He talk'd but of Love to decieve,
Then Leave plunder'd Virtue to weep.
Yet Tears my Sad Chidings disarm,
For thy fault Pity pleadingly moves
In her Bosom Affection Shall warm
The Daughter she tenderly loves.
_Daughter._ Dear Parent, oh! Cease to complain
And heedfully hear thy lost Child
Go tell the false ear of my Swain
How deeply his Vows have beguil'd;--
Go tell him what sorrow I bear,
See yet if his heart feel my woe,
'Tis now he must heal my despair,
Or death will make pity too slow. _Exeunt._
* * * * *
_Scene 4^{th}_
Discovers all the _Characters_ in Waiting at Rake's Levee. _Italian_
Singing &c--_Clown_ introduces _Van Butchel_, who displays a variety of
his Articles.--_Van Butchel_ Sings.
Song-- See Martin dus his goods display--
"Advice Two Guineas"--vat you say?
"Big Ben--John Hunter--Duc d'Orleans--
"Knows vat my regulations means;
"De Gent I make of de aukward ninny,
"But first to be sure I must touch de Guinea,
"Den De Lame I vil make go dance de hay
"And de old & decripid go jump away.
"Beware De Counterfiet if they should
"Be imitate, as are all things good--
"On de Guinea--for to abash bad men
"I have write my name wid de author's Pen.
"They'll cure you be sure if them once you lap on
"Of all de complainings dat ever may happen,
"De blind they'll make see to go dance the Hay,
"And de Old & decripid vill jump away.
Enter _Rakewell_ to whom they all pay Court &c
_Medley._
_Poet._ To Rakewell, whose enlivening Features (Tune
Pronounce him first of happy creatures Petition
By wealth a Croesus 'self Created, _Poor Vulcan_)
This fair Epistle's Dedicated
_Dance^{g} Mas^{r}_ Look! Look! Look! (Spoke.)
With my tun'd little Kit (Tune
Every fancy I hit
And merrily prance it _Black Joke_.)
And caper & Dance it
With Ease, Elegance & Grace
_Fenc.^{g} Mas^{r}_ Ha! ha!--there I had him
Carte & Fierce my Blade (Tune
La! La!--there I bled him--
Damme!--See, he's dead. _Stoney Batter_.)
Tol lol lol do
_Van But_: Since 'mong your Friends I have gain'd me a place
All who Gallows her vant, vy, I'll presently trace
Not you (_to Bully_) for the Gallows is mark in your Face
Vish you can't deny.
(Tune _Tyburn Tree_)
_Bully._ You Reptile! Scoundrel! Death! Damnation! (Tune
Say that again, & by my Soul Finale
_Gard.^{n.}_ My Garden plan I here unroll 1^{st} act
_Bully._ I'll crush to atoms--Damme, Sirrah! _Poor Volcan_)
_French.^{n.}_ While the Horn shall sound Ta, ran, tan, (Hunting
ta ra Chorus
_Jockey_. And Whip & Spur wins you the Bowl.-- _Poor Vulcan_)
_Chorus._ Tune--"Ballance a Straw"
_To Rake._-- In us, noble Sir, your best Friends you behold
_To each other_ Who will smile in your Face while we pocket your Gold
_To Rake._-- We'll write, -Sing, -Fence, Dance, Fight, Run,
hunt,--all for thee
(To each Other And plunder him fast as we can agree.
Shaking
hands.--)
_Exeunt._
* * * * *
_Scene 5^{th}_
_Link Boys &c &c. The Characters in next Scene to pass from_ P.S. to
O.P.
_Rakewell_--Well--but not full dup'd--_Chairmen_ take great notice of
him bowing very low &c--_Clown_--loiters behind--seems well acquainted
with _Constables_--_Chairmen Girls_ &c. _Clown_ treats _Constables_ with
Beer & while drinking with them has his pocket picked.--During the Whole
Scene the following Catch is Sung.
_Catch._--"See Bob, See, the play is done."
* * * * *
_Scene 6^{th}_
_Some Ladies discoverd--One President._
_Rake_: Enters they all get up & greet him, some kiss him (a _Black Girl
& waiter_ on)--After much Ceremony they sit Other _Ladies & Gentlemen_
Enter--When all are Seated
_Omnes._ A Song! A Song!-- (NB: Plenty of Bottles &
_Glasses on_.--)
_Ladies Sing a Duett._
_Rake_: Drinks freely during the Duett--When Ended
_Omnes._ Bravo! Bravo!
_Rake._ Continues drinking freely--the actor must let his intoxication
gradually increase. They all Sing.
_a Catch._ Ladies & Gentlemen, Silence,
Tomorrow night this play again
I say no more--Encore--Encore
during the Catch--_Ballad Singer_ Enters & Joins them, Singing--"I say
no more" &c--The Catch Ended the Scene Closes.
* * * * *
_Scene 7^{th}_
_Enter Bailiff & Follower._
_Song, Bailiff._
Tim Touch behold, as smart a Blade
As ere a writ expos'd to view
Who so genteely knows my Trade
That I nabs my man, with a "How do you do"?
A Lodging Strong vil soon procure
A Cage vere each may chaunt his lay,
From rambling keep your Rake Secure,
Because I has such a taking Vay.
(2.)
E'en Ma'am, so proud of grand Parade
Who at the Race-course makes her Bett
Or runs to Ball & Masquerade
'Till she runs herself o'er Ears in debt
Tho 'my devoirs don't please her much,
We meet, I every art essay
She's mine by a Necromantic touch
Because I has such a taking Vay.
(3.)
Box-lobby Loungers to my will
Obedient Yield, I change their Song
From bullying Bass to Treble Shrill
E'en Dammes tremble on their Tongue;
I mimicry too; practice much,
In taking off great Art display
I'm quite at home by a single touch,
Because I has such a taking Vay. (_They Retire._)
Enter _Sarah Young_ & her _Servant Girl_, with a Box--on which is
written "Sarah Young"--_Bailiffs_, come forward, look pryingly
about--The Chair comes on P.S. _Bailiff_ stops _Rake_ and arrests
him,--_Boy_ Steals his Cane--_Sarah Young_ pays the money for _Rake_, he
kisses her hand, returns into Chair & is carried back: She goes off O.P.
supported by her _Girl_; having left the Contents of her Box on the
Ground--The Shoe-Boy is picking them up, when _Clown_ Enters, who reads,
& recollects the name, disputes with _Boy_ about the Contents of the
Box, & seeing his Master's Cane claims it--a Scuffle ensues.--Whenever
_Clown_ attempts to Strike _Boy_--_Boy_ throws his Stool in _Clown's_
way over which he breaks his Shins--_Clown_ has already a great Leak in
his Hat, & finding a Muff in the Box, wears it, & apes the _Welchman_
who is going to Court.
* * * * *
_Scene 8^{th}_
_Bells Ringing--Marrow Bones & Cleavers &c &c_
_Rake & Old Woman._ Richly dress'd coming from Church. _Men Servants_ in
Rich Liveries--_Clown._--_old Lady's maid Serv^{t.}_ &c all in
favours.--_Parish Clerk_ Bows very low--_Old Lady_ Stops & makes him a
present--_Marrow Bones & Cleavers_ beg of _Rake_ who throws money on the
Ground, they Scramble for it. Company go off.--Tune during the Whole
time--"Mind the Golden Rule." _Sarah Young_, on coming out of Church,
faints against a Monument: Recovers to see them go off--Looks after
them.--pause--Sings
_Air.--Tune--"Mary's Lamentation."_
I sigh, I lament me in vain
The Chill wind Re-echo's my moan;
Alas, what can equal my pain--
When I think that for ever he's gone.
My Eyes, when they're raised above,
View Birds as they wanton in Air
Sweet Birds!--Ye are coupled by Love
I weep & I sink in despair.
Tho' Affection be all turn'd to hate
And that Hate be the Sum of my woes
My fears will arrise for his Fate,
I cannot divest me of those.
Base Man! know in Ages to come,
Thy falsehood detested Shall be
And when I am Cold in my tomb
Some Heart still shall sorrow for me. (_Bell Tolls._)
What Visions now crowd on my Sight!
White Rob'd--with Eyes bent on the ground!
Ah! me--'tis a Funeral Rite--
I hear the deep Bell's solemn sound.
It tells me my Sorrows will close,
On Care's softest pillow all lye
The Grave will extinguish my woes
Then Sarah--prepare thee to die!
(_Exit._)
* * * * *
_Scene 9^{th}_
_Servants_ attending--Enter _Rake_ follow'd by _Clown_, who is
ridiculously dress'd--_Rake_ gives Orders to _Servants_ and
Exit--_Clown_ follows a little way--then conceitedly returns & Sings to
Servants.
_Song. Clown._
Quite a Clod I came up my Shoes tied with a thong,
Lookd foolish--quite mulish I trudg'd it along,
And gaz'd like an Oaf at the wonderful throng,
That here so gay smart & brave are;
A ninny--the Twaddle--Lord quite a mere Hic
A terrible bore--quite a Thing--a Queer Stick--
But now, I'm the tippee--the dandy--the kick--
"Look here--here again--here again--here" (_Spoke_)
Tol de rol, de rol, la rol lol, la rol, lal la
Oh, Damme! I'm devilish clever.
(2.)
For Band Regulations to Butchells I pop
My ankles just hid by a Natty Boot-top,
Pig-tails are a Bore so I mount the neat Crop
To appear the clean thing's my Endeavour
My negligent coat-cape proclaims me the Beau
Ease & Elegance always are habited so
I'm the tippee--the dandy--the kick too--heigho!
"Look here &c &c &c
(3.)
The Girls all admire me--each fancy I please,
To one give a leer, tip the other a Squeeze,
Blow a kiss to the Third--for you see I'm all ease
And each Whispers thanks for the favour
Boh--Damme!--an oath I so pleasantly swear
And for Duels--Bounce--Bang--let them fight me who dare
I'm the tippee--the Dandy--the Kick too--look there--
There again &c &c-- _Exit_
Noise without. Enter _Porter_ with a _Washing Machine_, puts it
down--Enter Beat'em, pursued by Washerwomen, who beat him & break his
washing machine--Tear his Bills &c &c two or three of the _Women_ hold
him, while an _Irish Washerwoman_ sings the following _Song_.
_Song Shelah O'Sudds--Tune "The Siege of Troy."_
Och! Mr. Acrostic I hate your big notes,
In op'ning your Mouth, why you'd stop all our Thoats;
Wid Natty Men Milliners, Och! You'd be even,
And Starve all the Fair-Sex wid Men-Washer-Women.
But leave off such Nonsense 'tis better, my Joy,
Than let Shelah O'Sudds be widout her Employ;
We'll beat all your Beat'ems but give us fair-play
While wid Elbows & Fists we lather away.
_Chorus._ Sing Latherum, whack!--boderation, my Joy,
Let Shelah O'Sudds pray now have her employ
She'll beat all your Beat'ems but give her fair play
While wid Elbows & fists She Lather'd away.
(2.)
Wid your Saving & Soaping you make such a fuss,
But you save what is Ours for you steal it from us
'Bout your Beauty & Elegance, always are teizing,
By my Soul it's too pleasant, for long to be pleasing.
So leave off &c--
(3.)
To destroy our Endeavours to live is't you mean?
It's a black, dirty Job, tho' you do it so Clean
But a Wipe we must give you; agree, my dear Jewel--
And an Irish Shilaleh shall serve as the Towel.
So leave off &c
_Exeunt--beating him off._
* * * * *
_Scene 10^{th}_
_One O'Clock in The Morning._
Two or More _Chairmen_ playing at All-fours & Singing--
_Catch._--"Agree, Agree, if not d'ye see."
Piano & Forte, according to the distance of the Watchman who calls the
Hour, & when the Watchmen Enter they cover their Lanthorn with a
Coat-Flap, & resume the Game when Watchman is gone. During this time the
_Gamblers_ who are in the next Scene, are to pass from P.S. to O.P.
Sculkingly. _Rake_ passes,--Stops,--pulls out his purse, shakes it, and
Shutting one Eye--Signifies he had it from his One Ey'd Wife. _Catch
Continues_--"Agree Agree" &c--Scene Closes.
* * * * *
_Scene 11^{th}_
Discovers _Gamblers_ at play. _Rake_ Seated.
_Catch_--"Pass the Box, come pass it faster."--
or--"Rattle Dice, Rattle."--
_Rake_ looses all his Cash--then his Watch--Sword Knee-Buckles
--Snuff-Box--Ring--Everything. _A Man_ Stands at his Back--supplies him
with money on them 'till all is gone--When he Kneels.--Smoke is issuing
thro' the Pannel, which does not alarm Gamblers in the least. Enter
Watchmen--They continue playing & Singing--Scene Closes.
* * * * *
_Scene 12^{th}_
_Red Blinds waved Sometimes Quick Down then rais'd again._ Watchmens
Rattles heard, all bustle & noise at a little Distance. Enter some
_Loosers_ with _Characters of Suspicious look_--they produce Pistols to
the Chagrin'd _Loosers_.--The _Loosers_ take the Pistols.--Tune--"Let us
take the Road."--They go off. Enter _watchmen_ with Rattles. _Beadle_,
_Mob_ with Fire Engine (_Covent Garden or Hadley._) Furniture carried
across from the Gaming Room. Enter _Fire Men_.--Hose & Pipe conveyed
across. Variety of _Characters_ alarmed by Fire. _A Boy_ carries a
Feather-bed across--he falls down--Some _Characters_ fall on it. NB:
Confusion kept up as long as Necessary.
* * * * *
_Scene 13^{th}_
_Rake_--is inhumanly dragg'd off by Bailiffs P.S.
_Wife_ follows in great Agitation.
_Enter Ballad-Singer_
A Ballad Entitled & Call'd--"The Rake's Progress"--
_Ballad. Tune "The Race-Horse."_
See the Massy Chests Open'd, with Riches replete,
Plate, Jewels, & Rent-Rolls an ample Estate;
Bonds, Mortgages, Leases long buried are found,
Lawyers Servants & Tradesmen Attending around:
While with heart quite 'Elated, cheeks glowing with health,
Discarding his love, gazing pleas'd at his wealth,
Resolv'd each dull thought in gay pleasure to drown,
The Libertine Rakewell--first starts on the Town.
(2.)
His Levee attended by Bully & Sot
(Plighted vows to his fair Rustic Charmer forgot)
Poets, Dancers, Musicians, his Mansion Resort;
Boxers--Jockies, & Huntsmen, his patronage Court.
And now, in a Brothel, mid nymphs void of Fame,
Whom depravity's Render'd long Callous to Shame
He squanders his Fortune to infamy meet
And the Libertine Rakewell's the Dupe of Deceit.
(3.)
Now poverty Steals on her victim apace
And the gripe of Stern Law calls up dread in his Face,
'Till resolv'd to retrieve by his wants basely led [?]
He for Riches consents to deformity wed;
Then hurries to gaming to drive away thought,
Where Soon's dissipated the Wealth that she brought
For by Sharpers Surrounded--Each planning his Fall
The Libertine Rakewell's depriv'd of his all.
(4.)
And now in each feature we penury trace,
No longer health in his once blooming face,
Reproach in a Prison's dread gloom must he bear,
While discord & want drive the wretch to despair;
'Till of life fully Sated, pale, meagre, oppress'd,
By Friendship forsaken, All hell in his breast;
By Suicides aid from the world he retires
And the Libertine Rakewell unpitied Expires. (_Exit_)
* * * * *
_Scene 14^{th}_
_Chymist_--Discover'd. _Tune "Welcome, Brother Debtor."_
Enter _Goaler_ O.P. Introducing _Rake_ & _Old Wife_ He Sits P.S.
Enter _Men & Women Prisoners-OP._--_All Sing_.
Welcome, Welcome, Brother Debtor
To this poor but merry place;
Where No Bailiff--Dun--or Setter,
Dares to shew his frightful face.
But, kind Sir, as you're a Stranger
Down your Garnish you must pay,
Or your Coat will be in Danger
You must either Strip or pay.
_Rake_ Strips his Coat off & turns out his Breeches Pockets;--At this
Period _Financer_ drops his paper; it is picked up by another
_Prisoner_, who holds it so to Read that the audience may Read also.
"Scheme to Pay the National Debt."--
During the above Business--They all Sing--
Ne'er repine at your Confinement
For your Children or your Wife
Wisdom lies in true Resignment,
Thro' the various Scenes of life;
Every Island is a prison
Strongly guarded by the Sea
Kings & Princes for that Reason
Prisoners are as well as we.
Tune continues; but is Slower & Slower, till render'd as Dismal as
possible. _Rake_ takes a Pistol from his Pocket, which only the Audience
observe--he in great agitation of Mind goes off, & the Report of a
Pistol is heard--at which they all stand aghast.--Pause awhile.--
_Enter Virtue._
_Recitative._
Thus does the baneful influence of Vice
Onward to sure destruction man Entice;
In time be warn'd--Hope liberty to see
Benevolence & Pity'll set you free.
_Chorus of Prisoners._
This let the Captive's Supplication be,
May Virtue & Benevolence soon set us free,
May we taste smiling liberty & tread her happy plain
Where Virtue & Benevolence in Concord reign.
_Recitative. Virtue._
Then Vice discard & follow Virtue's train
View her Retreat & join her Sacred Strain.
_Scene Changes._
_Scene 15^{th}_
Cloud Descends: _Liberty_ seated in the Center, with her Attributes; on
her left hand a Vacant Seat which Virtue ascends, on her Right hand
Benevolence, over whose head is a _Medalion_ of _The King_--over that of
_Virtue_ one of the _Queen_.
_Aerial Chorus._
Tho' Beauty & wealth may Unite,
To dispell from each Bosom dull care
'Tis in vain to expect true delight,
Unless Virtue's a Resident there.
_Recitative. Virtue._
By Heav'n approv'd--by Liberty caress'd,
The Truly Virtuous are the truly bless'd.
_Full Chorus._
This let the Captives &c--
Finis
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