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THE EPILOGUE. Spoken by Mrs. Porter. Written by Mr. Burnaby.
Our
Author here, has treated you to day
With a dull, Moral, out of fashion Play.
Where he wou'd teach you Trifles you despise,
To serve your Country—and to love—your Wives!
Some Likelyhood he'd given each Pretension
Had this a Settlement, and that a Pension.
A Wife he makes a plain, dull, faithful Creature,
I thought a Poet always Copy'd Nature!
None but a Sot in this Eloping Age
Wou'd think to make us honest on the Stage!
True to ones Husband! 'tis a rueful Ditty!
When Seperation's got into the City.
And who e'r thought to see a Change so sad
The Play-house Sober, and the City Mad!
Within the Walls this Thought has Mischief in't
For shon'd each solid Cuckold take the Hint
And bring his Horns, in open Court, and try her,
Divorce wou'd seize more houses, than the Fire!
With a dull, Moral, out of fashion Play.
Where he wou'd teach you Trifles you despise,
To serve your Country—and to love—your Wives!
Some Likelyhood he'd given each Pretension
Had this a Settlement, and that a Pension.
A Wife he makes a plain, dull, faithful Creature,
I thought a Poet always Copy'd Nature!
None but a Sot in this Eloping Age
Wou'd think to make us honest on the Stage!
True to ones Husband! 'tis a rueful Ditty!
When Seperation's got into the City.
And who e'r thought to see a Change so sad
The Play-house Sober, and the City Mad!
Within the Walls this Thought has Mischief in't
For shon'd each solid Cuckold take the Hint
And bring his Horns, in open Court, and try her,
Divorce wou'd seize more houses, than the Fire!
Poor Women every Way lead wretched Lives
You hate Grace in us, yet force it in your Wives.
Thus the same Fate, by different Ways both find:
We starve by being honest, they for being kind.
You hate Grace in us, yet force it in your Wives.
Thus the same Fate, by different Ways both find:
We starve by being honest, they for being kind.
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