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EPILOGUE,
Spoken by a Girl.Singing in Plays is grown so much in vogue,
I had some thoughts to sing the Epilogue.
Since singing such delight to you affords,
To please you, we'll all turn Canary Birds.
When I'm a Woman, which will be e're long,
No Man, I swear, shall have me for a Song,
If you'll tempt me, do it with glitt'ring Gold,
And those enchanting words, To have and hold.
I'll on those Terms yield to some worthy Man,
Have me he may, and hold me if he can.
Well, let me be an Actress I'm content,
Provided, Gallants, you'll give your consent;
I mean your gen'rous Encouragement.
But to the famous Actors you resort,
Who fled from us to an old Tennis-Court.
Thither let all the old Gallants repair,
And toss and racket the fine Beauties there,
Applaud, admire 'em, and do what they will:
If you young Sparks, will please sometimes to fill
And grace our House, with an alluring throng:
Methinks you shou'd, for most of us are young.
Tender young plants, most of our Women are;
Some, it is said, are ripe enough to bear.
Here's a Spring-Garden which deserves your care.
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