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Show P R O L O G U By Mr. D R Y D E N, "POETS', like lawful Monarchs, ruVdthe St a e, "*" 'Till Criticks, like damn J M'higgs, debauch'd our Mark how they jump: Criticks wou'd regulate Our Theatres, and Whiggs reform our State: Both pretend Live, and both (Plague rot 'em) hate. The Critick humbly fttms Advice to bringy The fawning Whigg Petrtions to the King: But one's Adz ice into a Satyr Jlides; T'other s Petition a Remonflrance hides. Theft will no Taxes give, and thofe no Pence: Criticks wou'd fiarve the Poet, Whiggs the.Prince. The Critick all our Troops of friends difcards', Jufi fo the Whigg wou'd fain full down the Guards, Guards are illegal, that drive Toes away, As watchful Shepherds, that fright Beafts of Prey. Kings, who disband fuch needlefs Aids as thefe, Are fafe as long as e'er their Subjects pleafe: And that wou'd be 'till next Queen Befies Night: Which thus, grave Penny Chroniclers indite. $ir Edmond-buryjfr/?, in woful wife. Leads up the Show, and Milks their maudlin Eyes. There's not a Butcher's Wtfe but dribs her Part, And pities the poor Pageant from her Heart-, Who, to provoke Revenge, rides round the Tire, And, with a civil Congee, does retire. P R O L O G U E. Htguiltlefs Blood to Ground mufl never fall: en's Afltichnft behind, to pay for all. U Punk of Babylon in Pomp appears, lewd old Gentleman offeventy Tears. wfe Age in vain our Mercy wou'd implore; or few take pity on an Old cafi Whore. 'he Devil, who brought him to the Shame, takes Cheek by Jowl, in black, to chear his Heart: ike Thief and Parfon in a Tyburn-Cart. e Wo*d is giv'n; and with a lend Huzza e miter'd M»ppet from his Chair they draw: n the fain Corps contending Nations fall: las, what's one poor Pope among 'em all! t burns-, now all true Hearts your Triumphs ring: 'ndnext (for Taflnon) cry, God fave the King. needful Cry in midft of'fuch Alarms: fan forty thou find Men are up in Arms. •i after he's once fav'd, to make amends, each fucceed'mg Health they damn his friends: God begins, but fill the Devil ends. ht if feme one infpir'd with "Leal, fhoud call, "ome let's go cry, God fave him, at Whitehall? is beft Priends wou'd not like this Over-care: r think him e'er the fafer for that Pray'r. he praying Saints are by an Ac~l allow'd: ttt not the whole Church-Militant, in crowd. et, fljould Heav'n all the true Petitions drain f Presbyterians, who wou'd Kings maintain', / forty Thoufand, five wou'd fcarce remain. •4 B + Drama- |