 | The Ingratitude of a Common-Wealth : Or, the fall of Laius Martius Coriolanus |  |
EPILOGUE Spoken by Valeria.
What? No Attendance in this World?—make way:Where are our noisy Bullying Criticks? They
That heard no Scene, and Yet damn all the Play!
Run down by Masques; to their old Shift they flee,
And Rail at us, for want of Repertee!
Well Gentlemen, how e're you doom to Night,
Methinks this Company's a blessed Sight,
And shews the Realm's disorder coming Right.
As we Thrive, with the Publick it do's pass:
The Play-House is the Nation's Weather-Glass;
Where like to th'Quick-Silver the Audience, still
As the State goes, is found to Ebb or Fill.
Shall I Inform you one thing Gallants? We
In our Vocation with the Saints agree:
For as their Holders-forth, their Flock enchant,
So we our Audience charm with Noise and Rant:
'Tis thus we Please; and I dare take my Oath,
That Decency and Sence, wou'd Break us Both.
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