With thefe perfections, and what else he gieans, There, if they know their man, with cunning carriage, He hires fome homely room, love's fruits to gather,. But he once dead Brings her in triumph, with her portion, down, Some marry first, and hen they fall to fcowering,, Our women batten well on their good-nature; Poor spouse at home as ragged as a colt is. The doughty bullies enter bloody drunk, They caterwaul, and make a difmal rout, Call fons of whores, and ftrike, but ne'er lug out: } XXVI. PROLOGUE to the KING and QUEEN, upon the Union of the Two Companies in 1686. INCE faction ebbs, and rogues grow out of fashion, SINCE Their penny-fcribes take care t' inform the nation, How well men thrive in this or that plantation : How Penfylvania's air agrees with Quakers, Both ev'n too good for madmen and for traitors. Truth is, our land with faints is fo run o'er, That now there's need of two New-Englands more. What's this, you'll fay, to us and our vocation? The factious natives never could agree; Some fay, they no obedience paid of late; Plain fenfe, without the talent of foretelling, Might guefs 'twould end in downright knocks and quelling: For feldom comes there better of rebelling. When When men will, needlefsly, their freedom barter But, fince the victory with us remains, Old men shall have good old plays to delight them : We'll take no blundering verfe, no fuftian tumor, For, faith, fome of them fuch vile stuff have made, We've given you Tragedies, all fenfe defying, All thefe difafters we well hope to weather; XXVII. EPILOGUE XXVII. EPILOGUE on the fame Occafion. NEW minifters, when first they get in place, Must have a care to please; and that's our cafe : Some laws for public welfare we design, If you, the power fupreme, will pleafe to join : Who either have, or who pretend to wit: But ftay methinks fome vizard mask I fee, : Caft out her lure from the mid gallery : About her all the fluttering fparks are rang'd; Fine love, no doubt; but ere two days are o'er ye, Let vizard matk her naked face expofe, On pain of being thought to want a nose: They roar fo loud, you'd think behind the stairs. We We beg you, firs, to beg your men, that they Would pleafe to give you leave to hear the play. Next in the play-houfe fpare your precious lives; Think, like good chriftians, on your bearns and wives & Think on your fouls; but by your lugging forth, It seems you know how little they are worth. If none of thefe will move the warlike mind, Think on the helpless whore you leave behind. We beg you, laft, our fcene-room to forbear, And leave our goods and chattels to our care. Alas! or women are but washy toys, And wholly taken up in ftage employs : Poor willing tits they are: but yet I doubt This double duty foon will wear them cut. Then you are watch'd befides with jealous care; What if my lady's page should find you there? My lady knows t' a tittle what there 's in ye; No paffing your gilt fhilling for a guinea. Thus, gentlemen, we have fumm'd up in fhort Our grievances, from country, town, and court : Which humbly we fubmit to your good pleasure; But first vote money, then redrefs at leifure. XXVIII. PROLOGUE to the PRINCESS of CLEVES. [By Mr. N. LE E, 1689.] LADIES! (I hope there's none behind to hear) I long to whisper fomething in your ear: A fecret |