Cast
Cast according to original printed billing:
- Justice Squeezum - played by Mr. Hippisley
- Justice Worthy - played by Mr. Ogden
- Mrs. Squeezum - played by Mrs. Bullock
- Politic - Father of Hilaret, played by Mr. Chapman
- Sotmore - played by Mr. Hulett
- Hilaret - played by Mrs. Younger
- Constant - played by Mr. Milward
- Cloris - Hilaret's maid
- Ramble - played by Mr. Walker
- Isabella - played by Mrs. Boheme
- Dabble - played by Mr. Ray
- Quill - played by Mr. H. Bullock
- Staff - played by Mr. Hall
- Mrs. Staff - played by Mrs. Kilby
- Cloris - played by Mrs. Stevens
- Porer - played by Mr. Maclean
- Faithful - played by Mr. Houghton
- Other characters include Brazencourt, Fireball, three Assistants, Evidences, Watch, and others
- Prologue spoken by Mr. Milward
- Epilogue spoken by Mrs. Younger
The revised edition scheduled Anthony Boheme to play Politick and John Hippisley to play Squeezum. Boheme had to leave the play due to illness and was replaced by Thomas Chapman. Chapman's original part was filled by William Milward. Elizabeth Younger replaced Mrs Boheme as Hilaret and Mrs Boheme was given the part of Isabella instead. This action was most likely due to Boheme's illness. Charles Macklin, playing Porer and Brazencourt, met with success and ended up stealing parts of the show.
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