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Show 9° PROLOGUE. And for a Proof our Meaning is fincere9 y See but the Ships are good, and if you fear \ A Want of Equipage, we'll man them here. \ Thefe are the Terms, on which you may engage The Poet's fire, to batter from the Stage. Ufeful Ally / whofe friendfhip lets you in Upon the weak and naked Side of Sin ; Againfi your old Attack, the foe's prepared, Well fortify'd, and always on his Guard \ The facred Shot you fend are flung in vain $ n By impious Hands, with infolent Difdain, > They 're gathered up, and fir'd at you again. •* Thro baffled Toils, and unfuccefsful Cares, In Slaughter, Blood, and Wounds, and pious Snares\ Tave made a Flanders War thefe fifteen hundred Years'. \ Change then your Scheme, if you'll your foe annoy And the infernal Bajazet deftroy : Our Aid accept^ We'ave gentler Stratagems which may fuccetd ; We'll tickle'em, where you wou'd make 'em bleed: In Sounds lefs harfh we'll teach 'em to obey J «i In fofter Strains the evil Spirit lay, V And fteal their Immorality away. A'-i- £*.. EPI- (91 ) EPILOGUE; Spoke by Mrs. Oldfield. HAT fay you, Sirs, d'ye think my Lady'll 'fcape, 'Tis dev'lifh hard to flavd a Favorite's Rape $ Shou'd Guzman, like Don John, brea\ in upon her, for all her Virtue, Heaven ! have mercy on her z Her Strength, I doubt, 's in his Irrefolution, There's wondrous Charms in vig'rous Execution. Indeed you Men are Fools, you won't believe What dreadful things we Women can forgive : I know but one we never do pafs by, And that you plague us with eternally ; When in your courtly fears, to difoblige, Ion won't attack the Town which you befiege : Tour Guns are light, and planted out of reach9 V ye thinly wtth filletdoux to make a Breach 9 Tis Small-Shot all, and not a Stone will fiy% Walls fall by Cannon% and by firing nigh : In fluggifh dull Blockades you keep the field, And Jlarve us e'er we can with Honour yield. In Jhort, We can't receive thofe Terms you gently tender^ But ftorm, and we can anfwer our Surrender. Dramatis |