Event Comment: Listed only in Colman's Opera Register: No Opera performed since ye 23 July, ye Rebellion of ye Tories and Papists being ye cause--ye King and Court not liking to go into such Crowds these troublesome times

Event Comment: Ryder (p. 181): It is a very good play and well acted. I observed that most of the clappings were upon party accounts. There happened to be some reflections upon the priests which the Whigs clapped extremely and the Tories made a faint hiss

Event Comment: Benefit Mrs Knight. At the particular Desire of several Ladies of Quality. Receipts: money #27 17s. 6d. and tickets #23 13s. The Epilogue was printed in Weekly Journal or British Gazetteer, 7 April, with a note: The Author of the following Epilogue would never have thought of publishing such a Trifle, but to let the Town see that scandalous Piece (as some were pleas'd to call it) not fit to be spoken. Mrs Knight's Zeal to the Government (which she has always express'd at the Worst of Times) cannot be enough applauded....It was wrote with no other Design than to do her some Service on her Benefit-Day; but has had indeed a quite contrary Effect, and kept back that Part of her Audience whose Money is as good as other Peoples, tho' their Principles (as being Tories) are the worst in the World

Event Comment: Benefit for Capitani, now in the King's Bench, singer in the Opera for 20 years past. Boxes 10s. 6d. Pit 5s. Gallery 2s. 6d. To begin at 7 p.m. [A long note hn the Public Advertiser about the nature of Capitani's distresses--death of wife after an expensive illness loss of considerable sums in trade, now in debtor's prison. The Public Advertiser this day Published the following Sonnet V, seemingly a new sort of puff' for Foote]: @To Mr F-@While party rage, my F., distracts the state@And mutual lies contending parties raise,@As int'rest leads, or Pitt or Bute to praise,@Let vet'ran Tories with staunch Whigs debate.@With gen'rous Punch our spirits we'll dilate,@Laugh at those loud-tongued politicians' frays,@And to good Brookman's fame attune our lays,@Whose genial bowl all cares can dissipate.@Safely to Harrogate let Bute retire,@His gout at Hayes lett Pitt in quiet nurse,@And Wilkes at either Secretary rail:@These party feuds unsocial rage inspire,@Destroy all mirth, and all good humour curse,@But shall not o'er our joyous souls prevail.