EPILOGUE TO THE INDIAN QUEEN. SPOKEN BY MONTEZUMA. YOU fee what fhifts we are enforc'd to try, Shows may be found that never yet were seen, fhow, 11 The poet's fcenes, nay, more, the painter's too; But if you fmile on all, then these designs, 15 EPILOGUE TO THE INDIAN EMPEROUR. BY A MERCURY. TO all and fingular in this full meeting, Who write new fongs, and truft in tune and rhime: Be't known, that Phoebus (being daily grieved All proves, and moves, and loves, and honours too; All that appears high fenfe, and scarce is low. Phoebus gives them full privilege alone, They should have power to save, but not to kill: PROLOGUE ΤΟ SIR MARTIN MARR-ALL. FOOLS, which each man meets in his dish each day, Are yet the great regalios of a play; But fuch in plays must be much thicker fown, 5 As men watch woodcocks gliding through a glade: And when they have enough for comedy, 10 For, gallants, you yourselves have found the PROLOGUE TO THE TEMPEST*. As when a tree's cut down, the fecret root Lives under ground, and thence new branches fhoot; So from old Shakspeare's honour'd duft, this day Springs up and buds a new-reviving play: Shakspeare, who (taught by none) did first impart To Fletcher wit, to labouring Jonfon art. 5 He, monarch-like, gave thofe, his fubjects, law; And is that nature which they paint and draw. Fletcher reach'd that which on his heights did grow, While Jonfon crept, and gather'd all below. 10 This did his love, and this his mirth, digeft: One imitates him moft, the other beft. If they have fince outwrit all other men, "Tis with the drops which fell from Shakspeare's pen. Bonarelli, in his Filli di Sciro, has introduced a fhepherdess in love with two perfons, like the alterations in the Tempeft. Dr. J. WARTON. |