An ape his own dear image will embrace; 16 An ugly beau adores a hatchet face: So, fome of you, on pure inftinct of nature, Are led, by kind, to admire your fellow crea ture. In fear of which, our house has sent this day, To infure our new-built veffel, call'd a play; 21 No fooner nam'd, than one cries out,-Thefe ftagers Come in good time, to make more work for wagers. The town divides, if it will take or no ; The courtiers bet, the cits, the merchants too; A fign they have but little elfe to do. 26 Bets, at the first, were fool-traps; where the wife, Like spiders, lay in ambush for the flies: But now they're grown a common trade for for all, And actions by the new-book rife and fall; Among the reft there are a sharping fet, yet against us bet. Sure heaven itself is at a lofs to know 40 If these would have their prayers be heard, or no: For, in great stakes, we piously suppose, Leave off these wagers; for, in conscience fpeaking, The city needs not your new tricks for break ing: 45 And if you gallants lofe, to all appearing, You'll want an equipage for volunteering; While thus, no spark of honour left within When you should draw the fword, you draw the guinea. ye, EPILOGUE ΤΟ HENRY II. [BY MR. MOUNTFORT, 1693.] SPOKEN BY MRS. BRACEGIRDLE. THUS you the fad catastrophe have seen, Queen Eleanor the proud was French, they fay; But English manufacture got the day. Jane Clifford was her name, as books aver: Now tell me, gallants, would you lead guerre. 5 your life With fuch a mistress, or with fuch a wife? If one must be your choice, which d'ye approve, The curtain lecture, or the curtain love? Would 10 ye be godly with perpetual ftrife, Still drudging on with homely Joan your wife; Or take your pleasure in a wicked way, Like honest whoring Harry in the play? I guess your minds: the mistress would be taken, 15 And naufeous matrimony fent a packing. mind, 21 Chapels of eafe behind our scenes you find.. care, I could not hate a man that bids me fair. What might enfue, 'tis hard for me to tell; But I was drench'd to-day for loving well, And fear the poison that would make me fwell. Ver. 15. the mistress would be taken, And naufeous matrimony fent a packing.] 30 The incident of Lady Eafy's throwing her handkerchief over Sir Charles's head, whilft he was fleeping, feems to have been taken from the Memoirs of Balompiere, concerning a Count d'Orgevillier and his mistress, tom. ii. p. 6. 1728. at Amfterdam. Dr. J. WARTON. PROLOGUE ΤΟ ALBUMAZAR. To fay, this comedy pleas'd long ago, Subtle was got by our Albumazar, That Alchymift by this Aftrologer; Here he was fashion'd, and we may suppose word: Who, in this anarchy of wit, rob all, And what's their plunder, their poffeffion call: 15 |