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Show PROLOGUE; By Mr, Motteux. And fpoken by Mr. WI L K S. An ALARM founded. \j\7lth Drums and Trumpets in this Warding Age, * A Martial Prologue fhou'd Alarm the Sta<re. New Plays e'er AEled, a full Audience near, Seem Towns invefed, when a Siege they fear. Prologues are like a Forlorn-Hope, fent out Before the Play, to Skirmifh, and to Scout : Our dreadful Foes, theCriticks, when they fpy, They cock, they charge, they fire, then back they fly> The Siege is laid, there gallant Chiefs abound, Here Foes intrenched, there glittering Troops around, And the loud Bat'ries roar from yonder rifing Ground. In the Firf AEl, brisk Sallies, (mifs or hit J t With Vollies of Small-Shot, or Snip-fnap Wit, i> Attack, and gaul the Trenches of the Pit. j The next the Fire continues, but at length Grows lefs, andflackens like a Bridegroom's Strength. The Third, Feints, Mines, and Countermines abound, 7 Tour CritichEngineer's fafe under-ground, > Blow up our Works, and all our Art confound. \ The Fourth brings on moft AEl ion, and 'tis fl?arp, ** Frefh Foes crowd on, at your Remifnefs carp, ^ And defp'rate, tho' unshll'd, infnit our Counterfcarp. J Then comes the laf ; the Gen'ral Storm is near, The Poct-Governour now quakes for far; Runs wildly up and down, forgets to hvff, And wou'd give all la as plunder d • to get off. So - D o n and Monfieur - Bluff, before the Siege, Were quickly tam'd at Venlo, and at Liege: Twas Viva Spagnia! Vive France ! before *" iAfoPjQuartier! Monfieur! Quartier ! A h ! Senor! But what your Refolution can withftand, Tou mafier all, and awe the Sea and Land. In War your Valour makes the Strong Jxbmit ; Tour Judgment humbles all Attempts in Wit. What Play, what Fort, what Beauty can endure, All fierce Affaults, and always be fe'cure! Then grant 'em genrous Terms who dare to write, Since now <-:- that feems as defp'rate as to fight; If we muft yield yet e'er the Day befixt, Let m hold out the Third and, if we may, the Sixth. |
