PROLOGUE ΤΟ CIRCE*. [BY DR. DAVENANT, 1675.] WERE you but half fo wife as you're fevere, 10 Thus hearten'd well, and flesh'd upon his prey, The youth may prove a man another day. Your Ben and Fletcher, in their first young flight, Did no Volpone, nor no Arbaces write; Circe was an Opera. Tragedy among the ancients was throughout accompanied with mufic. Dr. J. WARTON. 20 But hopp'd about, and fhort excurfions made EPILOGUE, INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN BY THE LADY HEN. MAR. WENTWORTH, WHEN CALISTO WAS ACTED AT COURT. As Jupiter I made my 5 court in vain ; I'll now affume my native shape again. I'm weary to be fo unkindly us'd, And would not be a god, to be refus'd. State grows uneafy when it hinders love; A glorious burden, which the wife remove. Now, as a nymph, I need not fue, nor try The force of any lightning but the eye. Beauty and youth more than a god command; No Jove could e'er the force of these with ftand. 10 "Tis here that fovereign power admits dispute ; Ver. 1. As Jupiter] It was a fifter of the Dutchefs of Marlborough, a maid of honour, and afterwards Dutchess of Tirconnel, celebrated by Grammont, that acted in the Mafque of Califto at court, 1675. Dr. J. WARTON. You, mighty fir, our bonds more eafy make, 15 And gracefully, what all must suffer, take: Above those forms the grave affect to wear; For 'tis not to be wife to be fevere. True wisdom may fome gallantry admit, And foften bufinefs with the charms of wit. 20 These peaceful triumphs with your cares you bought, And from the midst of fighting nations brought. You only hear it thunder from afar, And fit in peace the arbiter of war: Peace, the loath'd manna, which hot brains de spise, You knew its worth, and made it early prize: 25 Two glorious nymphs of your own godlike line, Whofe morning rays like noontide strike and fhine: 30 Whom you to fuppliant monarchs fhall dispose, To bind your friends, and to difarm your foes. PROLOGUE ΤΟ AURENGEZEBE. OUR author, by experience, finds it true, 'Not that it's worfe than what before he writ, 5 But he has now another taste of wit; 1 And, to confefs a truth, though out of time, live: 20 |