The Lafayette advertiser. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], La.) 1865-19??, 1891-11-21
SCENE FROM MORRIS THE FIRST.
(After Shakespeare With the Usual
Apologies.)

(After Shakespeare With the Usual
Apologies.)
T1ME-Oct. 81, '91. PLAcE-New Or
leans. ScEsE-Canal street.
PERSONS REPRESENTED
John A. Morris, Prince of Louisiana.
Baldwin, Earl of New Orleans.
Sir John Falstaff McLottery.
Bardolph Fitzpatrick.
(Enter Falstaff McLotterye and Bardolph
Fitzpatrick.)
-Bardolph, get thee before to
the Crescent and get me bottle of booze.
Our soldiers shall march through. We'll
90 to the st. Charles tonight.
Bard. F.-Will you give me money,
Captain?
McL-Lay out! Lay out!
Bard. F.-This bottle makes dollar
-NcL.-And if it do, take it for thy Ia
Dor; and if it make twenty, take them
all. I'll answer the charge when l get
an Office Bid my Lieutenant, Peto
Houston, meet me at the club room.
Bard. FL will, Captain. Farewell.
.NcL.-If | be not ashamed of my gang
am a sauced gurnet. have mlsused
Prince John A. s money damnably. and
now my whole charge consists of an
clients, corporals. lieutenants, ward boss
es, buns as ragged as Lazarus in the
painted cloth, where the glutton dogs
licked his sores, and such as indeed were
never meant to vote but uni ust, discarded
serving men, revolted tapsters and ward
bummers' trade follow the cankers of Il
calm world and long misruled. ten
times more shady than my last admins
tration, and such have to 1lp the
places of them that once did follow me
that you would think that had hun
dred and fifty battered prodigals lately
come from swine-k keeping, from eating
draft and husks A mad fellow met me
on the way and told me had unloaded
all the gibbets and pressed the dead
bodies No eye hath seen such political
scarecrows IU not march through New
Orleans with them; that's flat. Nay,
and the villains march wide betwixt the
legs, as if they had gives on; for indeed
had most of them out of prison. There's
But that's all one; they'll get something
from the Lottery.
(Enter Prince Morris and Baldwin,
Prince M.-How now? blown, Nc. :?
How now. quilt?
McL.-What! Morris? How now, mad
wag? What devil dost thou in New
Orleans? MY good Lord Baldwin. cry
you mercy. thought your honors had
already been at Baton Rouge.
Bald.--Faith, Sir Nc, tis more than
time that were there, and you, too, and
your friend Burke The Ants are after
us all.
McL.-Tut! never fear me; l am as
vigilant as cat to steal cream.
Prince M think thy friend Burke
did steal Indeed, his thefts hath made
US fat But tell me, Nc. whose fellows
are these that come after?
MCL.-Mihe Morris, mine.
Prince M did never see such pitt
full rascals
McL.-Tut! tut! Good enough to vote
Food for the Lottery! food for the Lot
terry! They'll poll a ticket as well as
better. Tush! mortal men! mortal men!
Bald.-Aye, but Sir Nc. methinks
they are exceeding poor and bare-too
beggarly.
McL.-Faith. for their poverty know
not where they had that; and for their
baroness, am sure they never learned
that of me-
Prince M.-No, I'll be sworn. unless
you call three fingers on the ribs bare.
But, sirrah, make haste; Adams is al
ready in the field
McL-What! is the King encamped.
Bald.-He is, Sir Nc. | fear We stay
too lopg.
McL-Well,
To the ehd of a fray and the beginning
of feast
Fits dull fighter and a keen Office seeker.
ro,u n1ofe line of ,ScLooz Rocks