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-to think a Bard had got among 'em. Their mind made up--no earthly pleading shook it, In pure compassion 'till I undertook it. Disown'd by Poets, and by Actors too, Dear Patrons of both arts, he turns to you! If in your hearts some tender feelings dwell From sweet Virginia, or heroic Tell: If in the scenes which follow you can trace What once has pleased you--an unbidden grace-- A touch of nature's work--an awkward start Or ebullition of an Irish heart-- Cry, clap, commend it! If you like them not, Your former favours cannot be forgot. Condemn them--damn them--hiss them, if you will-- Their author is your grateful servant still! EPILOGUE TO SHERIDAN KNOWLES' COMEDY, "THE WIFE" (1833) When first our Bard his simple will express'd, That I should in his Heroine's robes be dress'd, My fears were with my vanity at strife, How I could act that untried part--a "Wife." But Fancy to the Grison hills me drew, Where Mariana like a wild flower grew, Nursing her garden-kindred: so far I Liked her condition, willing to comply With that sweet single life: when, with a cranch, Down came that thundering, crashing avalanche, Startling my mountain-project! "Take this spade," Said Fancy then; "dig low, adventurous Maid, For hidden wealth." I did: and, Ladies, lo! } Was e'er romantic female's fortune so, } To dig a life-warm lover from the--snow? } A Wife and Princess see me next, beset With subtle toils, in an Italian net; While knavish Courtiers, stung with rage or fear, Distill'd lip-poison in a husband's ear. I ponder'd on the boiling Southern vein; Racks, cords, stilettos, rush'd upon my brain! By poor, good, weak Antonio, too disowned-- I dream'd each night, I should be Desdemona'd: And, being in Mantua, thought upon the shop, Whence fair Verona's youth his breath did stop: And what if Leonardo, in foul scorn, Some lean Apothecary should suborn To take my hated life? A "tortoise" hung Before my eyes, and in my ears scaled "alligators" rung. But _my_ Othello, to his vows more zealous-- Twenty Iagos could not make _him_ jealous! New raised to reputation, and to life-- } At your co
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