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PROLEGOMENA.

EPISTLE DEDICATORY

TO THE

RIVAL LADIES.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

ROGER, EARL OF ORRERY.'

MY LORD,

THIS worthless present was designed you, long before it was a Play, when it was only a confused mass of thoughts, tumbling over one another in the dark; when the Fancy was yet in its first work, moving the sleeping images of things towards the light, there to be distinguished, and then either

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Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery, fifth son of the great Earl of Cork, was born April 25, 1621; and died on the 16th of October, 1679. He is author of eight plays, seven of which were collected and published in two volumes, 8vo. in 1739.

The present Dedication was addressed to him in the year 1664, when the RIVAL LADIES, which was Dryden's second play, was first printed.

In the last paragraph of the DEFENCE OF THE ESSAY ON DRAMATICK POESY, the reader will find the

reason of this, and the following piece, being placed here.

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chosen or rejected by the judgment: it was yours,\ my Lord, before I could call it mine. And, I confess, in that first tumult of my thoughts, there appeared a disorderly kind of beauty in some of them, which gave me hope, something worthy my Lord of ORRERY might be drawn from them: but I was then in that eagerness of imagination, which by over-pleasing fanciful men, flatters them into the danger of writing; so that when I had moulded it to that shape it now bears, I looked with such disgust upon it, that the censures of our severest criticks are charitable to what I thought, and still think, of it myself. 'Tis so far from me to believe this perfect, that I am apt to conclude our best plays are scarcely so; for the stage being the representation of the world, and the actions in it, how can it be imagined, that the picture of human life can be more exact, than life itself is? He may be allowed sometimes to err, who undertakes to move so many characters and humours as are requisite in a play, in those narrow channels which are proper to each of them; to conduct his imaginary persons through so many various intrigues and chances, as the labouring audience shall think them lost under every billow; and then at length to work them so naturally out of their distresses, that when the whole plot is laid open, the spectators may rest satisfied, that every cause was powerful enough to produce the effect it had; and that the whole chain of them was with such due order linked together, that the first accident would naturally

beget the second, till they all rendered the con

clusion necessary.

These difficulties, my Lord, may reasonably excuse the errors of my undertaking; but for this confidence of my Dedication, I have an argument which is too advantageous for me not to publish it to the world: 'tis the kindness your Lordship has continually shown to all my writings. You have been pleased, my Lord, they should sometimes cross the Irish seas, to kiss your hands; which passage (contrary to the experience of others) I have found the least dangerous in the world. Your favour has shone upon me at a remote distance, without the least knowledge of my person; and, like the influence of the heavenly bodies, you have done good, without knowing to whom you did it. "Tis this virtue in your Lordship, which emboldens me to this attempt: for did I not consider you as my patron, I have little reason to desire you for my judge; and should appear with as much awe before you in the reading, as I had when the full theatre sat upon the action. For who could so severely judge of faults as he, who has given testimony he commits none; your excellent poems having afforded that knowledge of it to the world, that your enemies are ready to upbraid you with it, as a crime for a man of business to write so well. Neither durst I have justified your Lordship in it, if examples of it had not been in the world before you; if Xenophon had not written a romance, and a certain Roman, called Augustus

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Cæsar, a tragedy,' and epigrams. But their writing was the entertainment of their pleasure, yours is only a diversion of your pain. The Muses have seldom employed your thoughts, but when some ✓ violent fit of the gout has snatched you from affairs of state: and, like the Priestess of Apollo, you never come to deliver his oracles, but unwillingly and in torment. So that we are obliged to your Lordship's misery for our delight: you treat us with the cruel pleasure of a Turkish triumph, where those who cut and wound their bodies, sing songs of victory as they pass, and divert others with their own sufferings. Other men endure their diseases, your Lordship only can enjoy them. Plotting and writing in this kind, are certainly more troublesome employments than many which signify more, and are of greater moment in the world: The fancy, memory, and judgment are then extended (like so many limbs) upon the rack; all of them reaching with their utmost stress at nature; a thing so almost infinite and boundless, as can never fully be comprehended, but where the images of all things are always present. Yet I wonder not, your Lordship succeeds · so well in this attempt: the knowledge of men is your daily practice in the world; to work and bend their stubborn minds, which go not all after the same grain, but each of them so particular a way, that the same common humours, in several persons, must be wrought upon by several means.

Entitled AJAX. See Sueton. in Aug. 85.

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Thus, my Lord, your sickness is but the imitation of your health; the poet but subordinate to the statesman in you: you still govern men with the same address, and manage business with the same prudence; allowing it here, as in the world, the due increase and growth, till it comes to the just height; and then turning it when it is fully ripe, and Nature calls out, as it were, to be delivered. With this only advantage of ease to you in your poetry, that you have fortune here at your command; with which, wisdom does often unsuccessfully struggle in the world. Here is no chance which you have not foreseen; all your heroes are more than your subjects, they are your creatures; and though they scem to move freely in all the sallics of their passions, yet you make destinies for them which they cannot shun. They are moved, if I may dare to say so, like the rational creatures of the Almighty Poct, who walk at liberty, in their own opinion, because their fetters are invincible, when indeed the prison of their will is the more sure for being large; and instead of an absolute power over their actions, they have only a wretched desire of doing that, which they cannot choose but do.

I have dwelt, my Lord, thus long upon your writing, not because you deserve not greater and more noble commendations, but because I am not equally able to express them in other subjects. Like an ill swimmer, I have willingly staid long in my own depth; and though I am eager of performing more, yet am loath to venture out beyond

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