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John F. Poole [1858], Ye Comedie of Errours: a glorius uproarous burlesque Not Indecorous nor Censorous, with many a Chorus, Warranted not to Bore us, now for the first time set before us written expressly for Charley White by John F. Poole, Esq (Samuel French & Son [etc.], New York) [word count] [S40400].
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SCENE 4. —Same as second. Adry Anny, Lucy Anny, and Andy Foolus of Syracuse seated.—Dummy-O of Ephesus, standing

Adry.
I swar to golly! somefin ails you.

And. of S.
No!
I'll swar you kept me standing at de do',
I knock'd and kick'd, an' so did Dummy-O.

Dum. of E.
You'se mad: de spirits must have turned your brain,
We was in here to dinner; dat are plain.

Lucy.
'Tis so; you was. Law, wot a pretty chain!
(handles the chain which he has on his neck).

And. of S.
A man, a Jew man, said I bid him make it,
He guv it to me—so I had to take it.
Here, Adry Anny, put it on your neck,
So fair, so lily black, widout a speck.
(knocking at door).

Dum. of E.
Who's dere?

And. of E. (without).
'Tis me; Andy Foolus, me, me, me.

And. of S.
Open de door; who it is at once we'll see.
(Dummy of E. opens the door). Enter Angle-O, Andy Foolus of E., Dummy-O of S., and Snyder-O.

And. of S.
De Lor' a bress us! what am dat I see?
Anoder nigger looking juss like me.

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And. of E.
Does my ears deceibe me; or does I see
Anoder nigger looking juss like me.
(Dummy of E. beckons to Dummy of S. Both come down front).

Dum. of E.
Say; is I me, or is you you.

Dum. of S.
I tink you is you.

Dum. of E.
Dat'll do.

Adry.
What am de meaning of all dis?

Ang.
Luff me explain.
It am de custom, at the freatres I mean—
To end the tragemdy all well, dat's plain.
I'll do dat now. (To Andys). You two am broders, (to Dummys).
You am the same; but you aint got no moders.

Both Ands.
Am it so?

Ang.
It am. If in your mind, of doubt a shadow lurks,
Just read it all in Massa Shakespeare's works.

Both Dummy-O's.
Broder!

Ang.
And now, to please de wite folks here before us,
Lets wind de fun up wid a gineral chorus.


CHORUS.—Omnes. Root, Hog, or Die.
We're de greatest lot of darkies dat ever you did see,
We try to please our patrons, and let the world see
Dat fun without vulgarity, when prices aren't high,
Will fetch de Yankee Doodle boys, root, hog, or die.
      Chief cook, etc.

  Good people, if you'll call again,
    In the best way, we'll use you;
  With song and dance and lots of fun,
    We're bound to amuse you.
Finale—Pop goes the Weasel.
END OF ERROURS.
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John F. Poole [1858], Ye Comedie of Errours: a glorius uproarous burlesque Not Indecorous nor Censorous, with many a Chorus, Warranted not to Bore us, now for the first time set before us written expressly for Charley White by John F. Poole, Esq (Samuel French & Son [etc.], New York) [word count] [S40400].
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