Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham] |
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A Prologue spoken at the Red-Bull to a Play called the Whisperer, or what you please.
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A Prologue spoken at the Red-Bull to a Play called the Whisperer, or what you please.
Now bless my eye-sight! what! the house so thin,And we upon preparing to begin!
Whence comes this strange Neglect? have you injoy'd
Of late so much variety y' are cloi'd?
Or do you think you pay too dear for Wit,
And so would grosly take your leave of it.
Grosly indeed; for hither you do come,
Like so many Churls, and leave your Wives at home,
Our Author likes the Women well, and says,
You do 'em wrong to hinder 'em from Plays.
And therefore wishes you to be more kind,
And on his Day to leave them not behind.
The more the merrier, rather than come alone
For once make use of what is not your own,
And bring your Neighbours Wife, which if you do
'Tis ten to one hee'l do as much for you;
And if our Mirth cannot your Anger smother,
You may go home, and Laugh at one another.
If what we fancy, you like in the Play,
'Tis a good sign that good Wits jump, you'l say.
But though Detraction's become a Disease,
In spight of It, you shall have what you please.
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