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EPILOGUE TO PHAEDRA.
Spoken by Mrs. Oldfield, who acted Is meng. T ADIES, to-night your pity I implore,
L For one who never troubled you before ::
If that be all, said I, e'en burn your play:
But, as it is, fix flouncing Flanders mares,
Now of the bustle you have seen to-day,
But when he came, what needed he to know,
But if these gay reflections come too late,
EPILOGUE TO LUCIU S..
Spoken by Mr. HORTON.
THE female author who recites to.day,
I Trusts to her sex the merit of her play..
They tun'd their voices to her Lyric ftring; Tho' they could all do something more than ling: · But one exception to this fact we find ;
That booby Phaon only was unkind, An ill-bred boat-man rough as waves and wind. ) From Sappho down thro' all succeeding ages, And now on French or on Italian ftages, Rough fatires, lly remarks, ill-natur'd speeches, Are always aim'd at poets that wear breeches. Arm'd with Longinus, or with Rapin, no man Drew a sharp pen upon a naked woman. The bluftring bully in our neighb'ring streets Scorns to attack the female that he meets : Fearless the petticoat contemns his frowns : The hoop secures whatever it surrounds. The many colour'd gentry there above, By turns are ruld by tumult, and by love: . And while their fweet-hearts their attention fix, Suspend the din of their damn'd clattering sticks. Now, Sirs To you our author makes her soft request, Who speak the kindest, and who write the best. Your sympathetic hearts the hopes to move, From tender friendship, and endearing love. If Petrarch's muse did Laura's wit rehearse; And Cowley flatter'd dear Orinda's verse ; She hopes from you-pox take her hopes and fears ; I plead her sex's claim : what matters her's ? By our full pow'r of beauty we think fit, To damn this Salique law impos'd on wit : We'll try the empire you so long have boasted ; And if we are not prais'd, we'll not be toasted.
Approve what one of us presents to night;
The Thief and the CORDELIER, a BALLAD.
To the tune of King John and the ABBOT
TTTHO has e'er been at Paris, must needs know
The fatal retreat of the unfortunate brave :
[on; There death breaks the shackles, which force had put And the hangman compleats what the judge but be
gun: There the 'squire of the pad and the knight of the post, Find their pains no more balk'd, and their hopes no Derry down, &c.
. [more croft.
Great claims are there made, and great secrets are
known ;. And the king, and the law, and the thief has his own; But my hearers cry out; what a duce dost thou ail;
Cut off thy reflections; and give us thy tale.. ieten Derry.down, &c.
'Twas there then, in civil respect to harsh laws, And for want of false witness, to back. a bad cause,. A Norman, tho' late, was oblig'd to appear : And who to aflist, but a grave Cordelier ?
Derry dawn, &c.
The'squire whose good grace was to open the scene, Seem'd not in great haste, that the show should begia: Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart; And often took leave ; but was loth to departo
Derry down, &c.
What frightens you thus, my good fon? says the
priest : You murder'd, are sorry, and have been confeft. O father ! my forrow will scarce-save my bacon : , For ’t was not that I murder'd, but that I was taken.
Derry down, &c. '
Pugh! pr’ythee ne'er trouble thy head with such
fancies : Rely on the aid you shall have from Saint Francis ; If the money you promis'd be brought to the chest ; You have only to die : let the church do the rest.
Derry down, &c.