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THE CITY BRIDE: OR, The Merry Cuckold. A COMEDY, Acted at the New Theatre, in _Little Lincolns Inn-Fields._ BY His Majesty's Servants. _First Edition._ _Spero Meliora._ LONDON: Printed for _A. Roper_ and _E. Wilkinson_ at the _Black-Boy_, and R. _Clavel_ at the _Peacock_, in _Fleet-street_. 1696. PROLOGUE: _Spoke by Mr._ THURMOND. _Three Ways there are, and all accounted fair, To gain your Favour: Begging, Borrowing, Prayer. If as a Beggar, I your Alms implore } Methinks your Charity shou'd aid the Poor; } Besides, I never beg'd of you before. } If I address by Prayer, and loud Complaints I then oblige yee, for I make you Saints; And sure none here can think it Superstition, To pray to Saints that are of no Religion! If Invocation will not do my Work, A Man may borrow of a_ Jew _or_ Turk; _Pray lend me Gentlemen your Applause and Praise, I'll take it for as good as Currant Bays; And if I ne're repay it, 'tis no more, Than many of you Sparks have done before: With this distinction, that you ran indebt For want of Money, we for want of Wit. In vain I plead! a Man as soon may get Mill'd Silver, as one favour from the Pit. ----Hold then----now I think on't, I'll e'en turn Thief, and steal your kind Affection, And when I've got your Hearts, claim your protection: You can't convict me sure for such a crime, Since neither Mare nor Lap-dog, I purloin: While you Rob Ladies Bosoms every day, } And filch their pretious Maiden-heads away; } I'll plead good nature for this Brat the Play: } A Play that plagues no more the thread-bare Theme Of powder'd Beaux, or tricks o'th' Godly Dame, But in your humours let's ye all alone, And not so much as Fools themselves runs down. Our Author try'd his best, and Wisemen tell, 'Tis half well doing to endeavour well: What tho' his poor Allay runs not so fine; Yet, let it pass as does our present Coin; For wanting fairer Ore, and riches mould He stamps in Brass, what others print in Gold: Smile on him but this time, the next perhaps, If he guess right he may deserve your Claps._ Dramatis Personae. |Bonvile, _The Bridegroom_. |_Mr._ Boman. | |Friendly, _His Friend, in Love with_ Clar
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