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EPILOGUE, Spoken by Mrs. Currer.
Your humble Servant Gentlemen—How d'ye,I' faith I've broke my Prison Walls to see ye;
Must I be cloyster'd up? Dull Poet stay,
I hate Confinement tho' but in a Play.
Doom me to a Nun's Life?—A Nun! Oh Heart!
The Name's so dreadful, that it makes me start!
No! Tell the Scribbling Fool I'm just as fit
To make a Nun as he to make a Wit.
What? A-la-mort Messieurs? Nay then I'll fit ye.
Adieu! I'faith no Epilogue for Betty!
And yet, shame on my Foolish Womans Heart,
I fain wou'd see ye smile before we part.
You know how oft, like preaching Sisters, we
Have from the Stage Lectur'd your Vanity;
Yet like those Sisters, out o'th' Preaching Mood,
You have surpriz'd and found us Flesh and Blood!
Well, if your stubborn Hearts will not dissolve,
Prepare to hear our fatal last Resolve;
Since Sense has broke us, henceforth shall be shown
The Feats of Robbin Hood and Little John,
With the thrice fam'd Exploits of Whittington!
Grave Vergers then in your lewd steads shall sit,
A Fur and Scarlet Audience crowd our Pit.
For, like your Misses, we are forc'd to quit ye,
And make our last Dependance on the City.
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