The Works of the Late Aaron Hill ... In Four Volumes. Consisting of Letters on Various Subjects, And of Original Poems, Moral and Facetious. With An Essay on the Art of Acting |
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PROLOGUE. Spoke by young Mr. Giffard.
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PROLOGUE. Spoke by young Mr. Giffard.
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authors Prologue having claim'd your care,
Hear, next th' address of an unfriended player,
Forc'd, as in war, his abler leaders gone,
To fill their ranks, by stepping boldly on:
There, thrown too forward, into points of sight,
He trembles, conscious of th' excess of light.
Hear, next th' address of an unfriended player,
Forc'd, as in war, his abler leaders gone,
To fill their ranks, by stepping boldly on:
There, thrown too forward, into points of sight,
He trembles, conscious of th' excess of light.
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YOUNG, and untaught as yet, myself to trust,
I plead their pity, who have tastes, too just.
In Plays, which practis'd actors, long, have fill'd,
How great his danger, who succeeds, unskill'd!
The self-known diff'rence must, with terror, strike;
The part, less painful, than your due dislike.
I plead their pity, who have tastes, too just.
In Plays, which practis'd actors, long, have fill'd,
How great his danger, who succeeds, unskill'd!
The self-known diff'rence must, with terror, strike;
The part, less painful, than your due dislike.
In scenes, untry'd, he moves, with easier heart,
There, uncompar'd, he shrinks not, from his part;
Unprejudic'd—you aid his first essays,
And push his panting hope, with generous praise.
There, uncompar'd, he shrinks not, from his part;
Unprejudic'd—you aid his first essays,
And push his panting hope, with generous praise.
But, task us not, too hard, who wait our day,
Be partial, if at all, the noblest way:
Indulge some notice, where we chance to touch,
Nor think, who longs to please, presumes, too much.
Be partial, if at all, the noblest way:
Indulge some notice, where we chance to touch,
Nor think, who longs to please, presumes, too much.
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