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For Plays.
Do you not Hawke? Why mayn't we have a Play?Both are but recreations. You'll say
Diseases which have made Physitians dumb,
By healthful excercise are overcome.
And Crimes escap'd all other laws, have been
Found out, and punish'd by the curious Scene.
Are Stages hurtful for the ill they teach,
And needless for the good? Which Pulpits preach:
Then sports are hurtful, for the time they lose,
And needless to the good, which labour does.
Permit 'm both; or if you will allow
The minde no Hawke, leave yours, and go to Plough.
EDMOND ROOKWOOD.
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