*p1767 04 06 dl Cymbeline. ^As17670124^, but Imogen-Mrs Yates.*a1767 04 06 dl The Deuce Is in Him. ^As17670218^.*d1767 04 06 dl III: <i>The Vintage</i>, ^as17661011^.*e1767 04 06 dl End: <i>Linco's Travels</i>. Particularly in <i>England</i>, a New Humorous Little Piece, that night only,-King; Dorcas-Mrs Bradshaw.*c1767 04 06 dl Benefit for King. House charges #67 2s. (Treasurer's Book). N.B. <i>Dido</i> is oblig'd to be deferr'd a few days (playbill). Paid $Blandford= (tallow chandler) #29 18s. 6d.; Paid $Mr Pinto= for 3 sets of symphonies #1 11s. 6d. <i>B. Jonson's Head</i> #1 19s. 1d.; $Mrs Pritchard='s gratuity #10 10s. (Treasurer's Book). Put on my old clothes and at 5 went to <i>Drury Lane</i>, found the Pit and 2s. gallery quite full, at last had myself squeezed into the Pit, where I was most woefully pressed, but saw very well and got a seat ere the farce began. The play was <i>Cymbeline</i>, with <i>The Deuce is in Him</i>. This play pleases me. The dresses were tolerably proper, ye scenes (particularly that of <i>Imogen</i>r's chamber and the Cave) pretty and ye performance of ye principal characters good, but having never read the play, lost a great deal of the effect. Imogen, $Mrs Yates=, she is very hoarse. In Act II a <i>Masquerade Dance</i>, with singing by $Mrs Vincent=. After Act III the <i>Vintage</i>. After the play, King in the character of <i>Linco</i>r, with <i>Dorcas</i>r and others of his neighbors, asking him questions, partly spoke and partly sang, for this night only,-a new very humorous little piece called <i>Linco's Travels</i>, particularly in <i>England</i>. Glad I did not go to the other House, tho I wished to see $Macklin=, who played there this night only for his daughter's benefit. When the Farce began, the Gods (as those in the Upper Gallery are called) called for the Prologue, on which Packer came on and said, $Mr King= has not spoke the Prologue this winter, and is now dressing to play in the Farce and hopes the Audience will excuse him." $Miss Pope= and $Miss Plym= coming on again were hissed off, and after we had waited some minutes longer, King spoke the Prologue, which was lucky for me who had never heard him speak it. The gods called for it on Monday last, but desisted on the above excuse being made. Almost eleven ere all was over. I now know all the entrances into the Pit and Gallery at Drury Lane (<i>Neville MS Diary</i>).