He has
a vision of MARIA in tweeds, who exhorts him to repent_.
Old MARTIN, _who is now either the Governor of the Gaol or the
Hangman, enters to conduct him to the scaffold, and on the way
he is met--to the joy of the Audience--by the Comic, C.,
who duns him for the ninepence. WILLIAM shakes his head
solemnly, points to the skies, and passes on. The Comic C.
then goes to sleep in a chair and has a vision on his own
account, in which he beholds the apotheosis of MARIA--still
in the suit of dittoes--and piloted by a couple of obviously
overweighted Angels; and also the last moments of WILLIAM
CORDER, who, as he stands under an enlarged "Punch"
gibbet, pronounces the following impressive farewell before
disappearing through a trap._
Ye Youth, be warned by my Despair!
Avoid bad women, false as they are fair. (_This is just a little
hard on poor MARIA by-the-way._)
Be wise in time, if you would shun my fate,
For oh! how wretched is the man who's wise too late!
[_And with this the Drama comes to an end, and the Comic
Countryman begs the Audience to give the performance a good
word to their friends outside._
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BETWEEN THE ACTS; OR, THE DRAMA IN LIQUOR.
SCENE--_Refreshment Saloon at a London Theatre. A three-play
bill forms the evening's entertainment. First Act over. Enter
BROWN, JONES, and ROBINSON.
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