 | The Perjur'd Husband : or, The Adventures of Venice |  |
THE PROLOGUE. By a Gentleman. Spoken by Mrs Oldfield.
Such dreadful Laws of late 'gainst wit are made,It dares not in the City show its head.
No place is safe; each Cuckold turns Informer,
If we make merry—it must be in a corner.
And here's to night what doubly makes it sweet,
A private Table, and a Ladys treat:
At her reflections none can be uneasy,
When the kind Creature does her best to please ye.
Humbly she sues, and 'tis not for your Glory
T'insult a Lady—when she falls before ye
But since no humane Wit can stand the Test,
With Gorman! and the Champion of the West!
She'll fill the Lists, and then you cannot slight her,
(With honour safe) for she's a Fair Inviter.
Expect no favour, but at honour's call,
Defy's the boldest Britton of you all;
Whate're's her fate, she's sure to gain the Field,
For Women always Conquer when they yeild.
| The Perjur'd Husband : or, The Adventures of Venice | |