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PROLOGUE.

Written by ROBERT MERRY, Esq.

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Of all professions which have claim to pity,
The worst is his, who lives by being witty ;
For with light purse, spare diet, and small glee,
'Tis very hard to make a Comedy.
Rich men, and Lords, may write extremly fine,
Give Claret and Champaigne in ev'ry line ;
But our poor Author, of a different fort,
Fears he can only offer humble Port.
Yet, as his guests have sometimes shown him favour,
He hopes, tho'it be new, you'll like the favour.
Oh ! think an instant on a writer's pains,
Who, for your entertainment, racks his brains;
Whole months alone, in chamber full of smoke,
He fits with sighs to meditate the joke;
And far remov'd from mirthful recreation,
Labours to find a comic situation.
'I is surely somewhat difficult to seize
The moment when, the manner how to please;
For snarling Critics, wond'rous wife and able,
Pronounce it trick to hide beneath a table;
Or if a buck-basket we now should show,
They'd say, “ the sad buffoonery was low.”
To make you laugh they deem a heinous crime,
Condemn all flage-effect, as Pantomime;
And ftill demand, what never was display'd,
A perfect piece, or light without a shade,

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In spite of this, our agonizing Bard,
Seeks from your hands, his noblest, best reward;
And dares, regardless of illib'ral strife,
Expose the fopperies of modern life.
But if that you some novelty may fee)
He should outstep fair nature's modesty,
Reflect how often the Dramatic mines
Have ransack'd been, of ev'ry gem that shines
Nor let on him your hafty censures fall,
Who would be, if he cou'd, original.

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SCENE, An Apartment at Sir ANDREW'S

Two Doors open in Flat-Bells ring.

Enter James from Door, and another Servant.

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In spite of this, our agonizing Bard,
Seeks from your hands, his noblest, best reward;
And dares, regardless of illib'ral strife,
Expose the fopperies of modern life.
But if (that you some novelty may see)
He should outstep fair nature's modesty,
Reflect how often the Dramatic mines
Have ransack'd been, of ev'ry gem that shines
Nor let on him your hafty censures fall,
Who would be, if he cou'd, original

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