 | The What D'ye Call It |  |
6
THE PROLOGUE,
Spoken by Mr. Pinkethman.The Entertainment of this Night—or Day,
This Something, or this Nothing of a Play,
Which strives to please all Palates at a time,
With Ghosts and Men, Songs, Dances, Prose and Rhime,
This Comick Story, or this Tragick Jest,
May make you laugh, or cry, as you like best;
May exercise your Good, or your Ill-nature,
Move with Distress, or tickle you with Satyr.
All must be pleas'd too with their Parts, we think:
Our Maids have Sweethearts, and their Worships drink.
Criticks, we know, by antient Rules may maul it;
But sure Gallants must like—the What d'ye call it.
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