Sure heaven itself is at a loss to know 40 If these would have their prayers be heard, or no: For, in great stakes, we piously fuppofe, Leave off these wagers; for, in confcience fpeaking, The city needs not your new tricks for break ing: And if you gallants lofe, to all appearing, 45 You'll want an equipage for volunteering ; While thus, no fpark of honour left within ye, When you should draw the fword, you draw the guinea. 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: 5 10 I guess your minds: the mistress would be taken, 15 And naufeous matrimony fent a packing. 21 mind, Chapels of ease behind our scenes you find. The playhouse is a kind of market-place; One chaffers for a voice, another for a face : Nay, fome of you, I dare not fay how many, 25 Would buy of me a pen'worth for your penny. E'en this poor face, which with my fan I hide, Would make a shift my portion to provide, With fome fmall perquifites I have befide. Though for your love, perhaps, I should not 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 poifon that would make me fwell. Ver. 15. 30 the mistress would be taken, And nauseous matrimony fent a packing.] 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 Baffompiere, concerning a Count d'Orgevillier and his mistress, tom. ii. p. 6. 1728. at Amfterdam. Dr. J. WARTON. PROLOGUE то 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 fuppofe word: Who, in this anarchy of wit, rob all, And what's their plunder, their poffeffion call: 15 20 Who, like bold padders, fcorn by night to prey, 35 Poets, not of the head, but of the hand. "Tis all his own, when once he has spit i' the porridge. But, gentlemen, you're all concern'd in this; 40 |