Constantine a Tragedy |
A New EPILOGUE. Written by a Person of Distinction. Miss Bellamy's Illness prevented her speaking it.
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A New EPILOGUE. Written by a Person of Distinction. Miss Bellamy's Illness prevented her speaking it.
In
all this Scene of Treason, Swords and Death
My Fright has almost ta'en away my Breath;
And yet our Bard insists, that I must say
Something for him, and something for his Play.
My Fright has almost ta'en away my Breath;
And yet our Bard insists, that I must say
Something for him, and something for his Play.
Most of the Fair-ones sure must be contented,
And must approve the Part I've represented,
Who think these Characters no Stain to Life,
The duteous Daughter, and the tender Wife,
Who taste the highest Blessings, while they prove
The Husband's Fondness, and the Parent's Love.
And must approve the Part I've represented,
Who think these Characters no Stain to Life,
The duteous Daughter, and the tender Wife,
Who taste the highest Blessings, while they prove
The Husband's Fondness, and the Parent's Love.
Tho' I confess, there are of our sweet Sex,
Who, form'd to please, transform themselves to vex;
Rebels to gentlest Sway, Foes to Restriction,
Whose chiefest Bliss is plac'd in Contradiction;
Who think Obedience to the milder Will
Of a kind Parent, smells of Childhood still.
And that the Father should not be obey'd—
Not half an Hour—after the Portion's paid.
Who, form'd to please, transform themselves to vex;
Rebels to gentlest Sway, Foes to Restriction,
Whose chiefest Bliss is plac'd in Contradiction;
Who think Obedience to the milder Will
Of a kind Parent, smells of Childhood still.
And that the Father should not be obey'd—
Not half an Hour—after the Portion's paid.
To such alone, whose virtuous Bosoms prove
Paternal Fondness, or connubial Love
Our Author freely offers up his Cause,
And let those generous Passions stand for Laws;
By them he will be try'd; if they acquit,
He's safe; if they condemn, he must submit.
Paternal Fondness, or connubial Love
Our Author freely offers up his Cause,
And let those generous Passions stand for Laws;
By them he will be try'd; if they acquit,
He's safe; if they condemn, he must submit.
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