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Show A ) ( «9 ) T o the <ProVo£d Wife. Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle. SINCE 'tis the Intent and Bufinefs of the Stage, To copy out the Follies of the Age -y To hold to every Man a faithful Glafs, And Jhew him of what Species he's an Afs : I hope the next that teaches in the School, Will jhew our Author he's a fcribling Fool. And that the Satire may be fure to bite, Kind Heaven J Infpire fome venom''d Prieft to write, And grant fome ugly Lady may indite. Fori wou'd have him lafh'd, by Heavens! 1 wou'd, Till his Prefumption fwam away in Blood. Three Plays at once proclaims a Face of Br afs, No matter what they are ; That's not the Cafe, To write three Plays, e'sn that's to be an Afs. But what 1 leaft forgive, he J^nows it too, For to his Coft he lately has lenown you. Experience fiiews, to many a Writer's fmart, You hold a Court where Mercy ne'er had part ; So much of the old Serpent's Sting you have, You lov: to Damn, as Heav'n delights to Save. In foreign Parts, let a bold Volunteer, For publick Good, upon the Stage appear, He meets ten thoufand Smiles, to dijfipatc his Fear I |