 | The Step-Mother |  |
THE PROLOGUE To the STAGE.
What's here? so many Noble Persons met?Nay then I see, this House will not be let,
Which by our Friends (from all parts of the Nation)
Is so well warm'd after the long Vacation,
Believe me, Ladies, the pure Country-air
Has made you fresh-complexion'd; and our Care
Shall be (whil'st you'r in London) to expell
Care from your hearts, that you may still look well.
Gentlemen, when we lay becalm'd, you wa'k'd
Over the pleasant Meades, bowl'd, hunted, hawk'd,
And having exercis'd your Bodies thus,
To recreate your Minds, you come to Us.
Never were Friends more welcome—if I may
Be bold to bid you welcome to a Play.
Of your own making; I confess, 'tis writ
By th'Authour of The Slighted Maid, and yet
You'r th'Authours of it: for I heard him say,
When you encourag'd that, you made this Play.
And now, since to your selves your title's known,
We hope, you'l have a kindness for your Own.
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