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Show Prologue \ _‘ ' R 19663 A Now if you fiay, the bloud that [hall be fbe FErom this poor Play, be all upon your head C w I i % Nl (o, Valque ( 4} i N what new h 30 long kepf /. Asil ourol A, 1 prvate, had b 4 Cors, Wine and S Countrie !fthis]nflnt-\\'orld S A We neither promife you one Dance, or Show Then Plot and Language they are wanting too But you,. kind Wits, will thofe light fanlts excufe Thofe are the copmon frailties of the Mufe Which who o%f%;es he buyshis place too dear For >Tis your bufinef§ to be conzen'd bere. Thefe wretched [pies of Wit muft then confef - They take more pains to pleafe themfelves the lefs Grant us [uch Judges, Phosbus, we requeft As [till miftake themfelves into a jeft Such eafie Judges, .that our Poet ma Himfelf admire the fortune of his Play; And arrogantly, as his fellows do Think he writes well, becanfe-he pleafes you W This he conceives not hard to bring about If all of yon would joyn-to help him out. Wounld each man take but what he underffandsy =~ And leave the reft upon the Poets hands. - { a f f l v D t d e t a Worfbip, juf o To give you timel The Scenes are old, the Habits are the [am m c r i a S t r f b a y We wore laf e A r h n i d n o o w s u i i C Lwmight d i t m c w p u y t n r v r I W [ " ¢ iDNlmf-(' A haye yet fo Cuntgnghtand fa s ,;[t{W;ld ud Wtangh i" @ abhioingong d ifferi 5:‘5 3 |