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Show Spoken by Mrs. Barry. 'T*HEY who muft write (for Writing's a Difeafe) Should make it their nhole Study how to p'eafe: And that's a thing our Author fain woud do; But wifer Men, than he, muft tell him how: Tor you're fo changeable, that every Moon, Some upftart Whimfie knocks the old ones down. Sometimes blnff Heroes pleafe by dint of Arms; A) d fometimes tender Nonfenfe has its Charms \ Now Love, and Honour flrut in buskin*J Verfe: Ihen, at one leaf, you ftumble into "Farce, Like true Fanaticks, never long content With any fettled Form of Government: Etgcr in choice, as eager in for faking', You fir ft blaftheme the Gods of your own making. Let Poets henceforth lay their Rules afule ; Ard take fome ruling Planet for their Guides No mere frequent their fam*d ParhaiTus' Tops; Vnlefs it be to place their Telefcopes: For fuch as hope to merit your Efteem, Mufi quit their Horace, and ereft a Scheme. Thus they may find a way $ pleafe the Pit, t Provided they infure their Plays from Wit, Our Author, this way doubtful of Succefs, (Hor fome Men h#ve no Stars, as hilly fays) Himfelf and Play, upon the Boxes throws, Irom perftH Beauties, to imperfect Beans. f PROLOGUE. To you, fair Sirs (for I muft call yon fo, 'Since Art, in fiight of Nature, makes a Beau) Who in Side-Box, in feeming Judgment fit, Like Barron-Tell-Clocks to attend the Pit; Jn all Humility he does fubmit. Not that he needs to doubt you for his Play: We knoro your Courage lies another way. Nor will he Court you, like fome fervile Elves, Who flatter you as much, as you your jelves: Let them proclaim the Conqueft of your Lookv, That bug-bear Word fhall never burn his Boohs. You, Ladies, he adores, aid owns your Charms, More powerful, than the greateftMowrch's Ams. Hopes the kind Heav'ns will all your Wfhes grant; Whether they be for Husband, or Gallant', Nay, Bath, and Wells, at once, if both you want,, Notdoubtmg )cur Gcod-naiure for a Man, Who, to oblige you, does the beft he can, Dramatis |