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all have felt alarms, Finding the fair one prostitute her charms With broken sighs, in her old fumbler's arms: But for our spark, he swears he'll ne'er be jealous Of any rivals, but young lusty fellows. Faith, let him try his chance, and if the slave, After his bragging, prove a washy knave, May he be banished to some lonely den And never more have leave to dip his pen. But if he be the champion he pretends, Both sexes sure will join to be his friends, For all agree, where all can have their ends. And you must own him for a man of might, If he holds out to please you the third night. PROLOGUE. Spoken by MRS. BRACEGIRDLE. How this vile world is changed! In former days Prologues were serious speeches before plays, Grave, solemn things, as graces are to feasts, Where poets begged a blessing from their guests. But now no more like suppliants we come; A play makes war, and prologue is the drum. Armed with keen satire and with pointed wit, We threaten you who do for judges sit, To save our plays, or else we'll damn your pit. But for your comfort, it falls out to-day, We've a young author and his first-born play; So, standing only on his good behaviour, He's very civil, and entreats your favour. Not but the man has malice, would he show it, But on my conscience he's a bashful poet; You think that strange--no matter, he'll outgrow it. Well, I'm his advocate: by me he prays you (I don't know whether I shall speak to please you), He prays--O bless me! what shall I do now? Hang me if I know what he prays, or how! And 'twas the prettiest prologue as he wrote it! Well, the deuce take me, if I han't forgot it. O Lord, for heav'n's sake excuse the play, Because, you know, if it be damned to-day, I shall be hanged for wanting what to say. For my sake then--but I'm in such confusion, I cannot stay to hear your resolution. [_Runs off_.] DRAMATIS PERSONAE. MEN. HEARTWELL, a surly old bachelor, pretending to slight women, secretly in love with Silvia--Mr. Betterton. BELLMOUR, in love with Belinda--Mr. Powell VAINLOVE, capricious in his love; in love with Araminta--Mr. Williams SHARPER,--Mr. Verbruggen SIR JOSEPH WITTOL,--Mr. Bowen CAPTAIN BLUFFE,--Mr. Haines. FONDLEWIFE, a banker--Mr. Dogget SETTER, a pimp--Mr Underhill SERVANT to Fondlewife. WOMEN. ARAMINTA, in love with Vainlove--Mrs. Bracegirdle BELINDA, her cousin, an affected lady, in love with Bellmour--Mrs. Mountfort LAETITI
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