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EPILOGUE, Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle.
Our
Prologue to the Criticks was directed;
But sure the kinder Sex must never be neglected.
Ladies, to you we now address our Pray'r;
Intreat you to be Gen'rous, as you're Fair:
'Tis true, we're pleading a young Author's Cause;
But Youth and Beauty never yet were Foes.
Do you but shew your Goodness and Compassion,
The other Sex, of course, will give their Approbation.
For if they grant none as the Poet's Due,
They'll sure be kind in Complaisance to you:
If not with us, with you they will comply,
Exert the Lover all, and lay the Critick by.
Pleas'd and serene you saw the Princely Guest,
But sure the kinder Sex must never be neglected.
Ladies, to you we now address our Pray'r;
Intreat you to be Gen'rous, as you're Fair:
'Tis true, we're pleading a young Author's Cause;
But Youth and Beauty never yet were Foes.
Do you but shew your Goodness and Compassion,
The other Sex, of course, will give their Approbation.
For if they grant none as the Poet's Due,
They'll sure be kind in Complaisance to you:
If not with us, with you they will comply,
Exert the Lover all, and lay the Critick by.
When Windsor was with this bright Presence blest:
Still may the kind Impression here survive,
And we enjoy those Smiles by which we live.
How did the Royal Youth, with wond'ring Eyes,
View such promiscuous Charms, and own his glad Surprize!
Almost unwilling to pursue the War,
And ev'n for Empire to forsake the Fair.
May he by English Heroes win the Field.
Procure the Revolution he desires,
And safe possess the Beauty he admires.
Thus may th'auspicious Prince securely move,
And far more Joys than our new Sultan prove;
Compleatly blest in Empire, and in Love.
FINIS.
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