 | Philaster : or, Love lies a bleeding |  |
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THE EPILOGUE,
Spoken by a Girle.Ladies , to supplicate our Plays success,
Hither I am sent, a small Embassadress.
Once our Philaster was a Lady's Play;
And if in the last Age so warm a Ray
From that high Sphear the glittering Boxes shin'd,
Shall Beauties bright Succession be less kind!
If he pleas'd then, he must your Favour share:
For Goodness is entail'd upon the Fair.
I would implore the Mens sweet kindness too:
But I'm too Young for their dear smiles to sue.
Beside, what hopes has my weak Eloquence,
My slender Oratory, feeble Sense!
Perhaps I may speak Reason—three Years hence.
Then a soft Story whisper'd in your Ear,
Would be a Tale you wou'd be glad to hear.
However though I am too young a Face,
Kind Gallants, in your Eyes to hope for Grace:
Yet for once let me my request obtain;
I beg this Play may live, nor let me beg in vain.
Nay Sirs, if nothing else your smiles can buy,
Be but so kind, out of meer Policy,
To grant me my first suite; On these Conditions,
That I may one Day grant you your Petitions.
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