Or, what can wars to after-times affure, EPILOGUE For the KING'S HOUSE. WE act by fits and starts, like drowning men, : } 'Tis not our want of wit that keeps us poor; Such are the authors, who have run us down, Yet thefe are pearls to your lampooning rhimes, Let each knight-errant, who has wrong'd a dame, PRO PROLOGUE To the LOYAL BROTHER: Or, The PERSIAN PRINCE'. POET [By Mr. SOUTHERNE, 1682.] OETS, like lawful monarchs, rul'd the stage, Till critics, like damn'd Whigs, debauch'd our age. Mark how they jump: critics would regulate Our theatres, and Whigs reform our state: Both pretend love, and both (plague rot them!) hate. The critic humbly feems advice to bring; The fawning Whig petitions to the king: But one's advice into a fatire flides; T'other's petition a remonftrance hides. Thefe will no taxes give, and those no pence; Critics would ftarve the poet, Whigs the prince. The critic all our troops of friends difcards; Juft fo the Whig would fain pull down the guards. Guards are illegal, that drive foes away, As watchful fhepherds, that fright beafts of prey. 1 The Loyal Brother; or, the Perfian Prince, Mr. Southern's first play, was acted at Drury-lane in 1682. The character of the Loyal Brother was a compliment intended for the duke of York. This prologue is a continued invective against the Whigs. Dryden alfo wrote the epilogue. He was at this time famous for prologue and epilogue writing; for which reafon Southern here begged his affiftance at the oical price, which was either five or fix guineas. Dryden refused it under ten: the young bard answered, it was more than he had ever heard he demanded before. "Ay, (replied the Laureat) "Lat it is not more than the thing's worth: the players have hitherto "had my work too cheap; and I am refolved hereafter to be paid " for it." Kings, who difband fuch needless aids as these, Leads up the show, and milks their maudlin eyes. But guiltless blood to ground muft never fall; The devil, who brought him to the fhame, takes part; The word is given, and with a loud huzza The mitred poppet from his chair they draw: 2 Queen Befs's night. At the King's-head tavern, the corner of Chancery-lane, and oppofite the inner-Temple-gate, the principal opponents to the court-measures and the chiefs of the Whig-party affembled, under the name of the King's-head Club, and afterwards the Green-ribbon Club, from ribbons of that colour which they wore in their hats. Here they fubfcribed a guinea a-piece for a bonfire, in which the effigies of the pope was to be burnt on the 17th of November, being the anniversary of Queen Elizabeth's birth, with more than ordinary pomp; for it was heretofore an annual ceremony, ufually made without any remarkable parade. The proceffion now confifted of one reprefenting the dead body of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey, carried on a horfe, with a perfon preceding it ringing a bell, to remind people of his murder: then followed a mob of fellows, dreffed like carmelites, jefuits, bishops, cardinals, &c. and several boys with incenfe-pots furrounding an image of the pope, with that of the devil juft behind him. In this manner they marched from Bishopfgate to the corner of Chancery-lane, where they committed the inoffenfive effigies to the flames; while the balconies and windows of the King's head were filled with people of confequence, who countenanced the tumult. On On the flain corps contending nations fall: What if some one, infpir'd with zeal, fhould call, } EPILOGUE to the fame. A Virgin poet was ferv'd up to-day, Who, till this hour, ne'er cackled for a play, A commonwealth founds like a common whore. } 3 By the Bartholomew act, not more than five diffenters were allowed to commune together at one time. VOL. II. $ If |