this humble Tribute of a most
Zealous and Devout Heart, may find amongst Your busier hours of greater
moment, some one wherein it may have the Glory of Your regard, and be
capable in some small degree of unbending Your great mind from Royal
Cares, the weightiest Cares of all; which if it be so fortunate as to
do, I have my end, and the Glory I design, a sufficient reward for her
who does and will eternally pray for the Life, Health and Safety of Your
Royal Highness, as in Duty all the World is bound to do, but more
especially,

Illustrious Sir,

Your Highnesses most Humble,
most Faithful, and
most Obedient Servant,
A. BEHN.

THE ROVER.

PART II.

PROLOGUE,

Spoken by Mr. _Smith_.

_In vain we labour to reform the Stage,
Poets have caught too the Disease o'th' Age,
That Pest, _of not being quiet when they're well_,
That restless Fever, in the Brethren, _Zeal_;
In publick Spirits call'd, _Good o' th' Commonweal_.
Some for this Faction cry, others for that,
The pious Mobile fir they know not what:
So tho by different ways the Fever seize,
In all 'tis one and the same mad Disease.
Our Author too, as all new Zealots do,
Full of Conceit and Contradiction too,
'Cause the first Project took, is now so vain,
T'attempt to play the old Game o'er again:
The Scene is only changed; for who wou'd lay
A Plot, so hopeful, just the same dull way?
Poets, like Statesmen, with a little change,
Pass off old Politicks for new and strange;
Tho the few Men of Sense decry't aloud,
The Cheat will pass with the unthinking Croud:
The Rabble 'tis we court, those powerful things,
Whose Voices can impose even Laws on Kings.
A Pox of Sense and Reason, or dull Rules,
Give us an Audience that declares for Fools;
Our Play will stand fair: we've Monsters too,
Which far exceed your City Pope for Show._
_Almighty Rabble,'tis to you this Day
Our humble Author dedicates the Play,
From those who in our lofty Tire sit,
Down to the dull Stage-Cullies of the Pit,
Who have much Money, and but little Wit:
Whose useful Purses, and whose empty Skulls
To private Int'rest make ye Publick Tools;
To work on Projects which the wiser frame,
And of fine Men of Business get the Name.
You who have left caballing here of late,
Imploy'd in matters of a mightier weight;
To you we make our humble Application,
You'd spare some time from your dear new Voc