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ife, proud Daughter, or tormenting Chamber-maid can make me. _Ant_. And I, as Heaven and _Clara_ can. _--You base-born Beauties, whose ill-manner'd Pride, Th'industrious noble Citizens deride. May you all meet with_ Isabella's _doom_. _Guil_. _--And all such Husbands as the Count_ Guiliome. EPILOGUE. Spoken by Mrs. Barry, made by a Person of Quality. _I Come not a Petitioner to sue, This Play the Author has writ down to you; 'Tis a slight Farce, five Days brought forth with ease, So very foolish that it needs must please; For though each day good Judges take offence, | And Satir arms in Comedy's defence, | You are still true to your _Jack-Pudding_ Sense. | No Buffoonry can miss your Approbation, You love it as you do a new_ French _Fashion: Thus in true hate of Sense, and Wit's despite, Bantring and Shamming is your dear delight. Thus among all the Folly's here abounding, None took like the new Ape-trick of Dumfounding. If to make People laugh the business be, | You Sparks better Comedians are than we; | You every day out-fool ev'n_ Nokes _and_ Lee. | _They're forc'd to stop, and their own Farces quit, T'admire the Merry-Andrews of the Pit; But if your Mirth so grate the Critick's ear, Your Love will yet more Harlequin appear. --You everlasting Grievance of the Boxes, You wither'd Ruins of stum'd Wine and Poxes; What strange Green-sickness do you hope in Women Should make 'em love old Fools in new Point Linen? The Race of Life you run off-hand too fast, Your fiery Metal is too hot to last; Your Fevers come so thick, your Claps so plenty, Most of you are threescore at five and twenty. Our Town-bred Ladys know you well enough, Your courting Women's like your taking Snuff; Out of mere Idleness you keep a pother, You've no more need of one than of the other. Ladies-- Wou'd you be quit of their insipid noise, And vain pretending take a Fool's advice; Of the faux Braves I've had some little trial, There's nothing gives 'em credit but Denial: As when a Coward will pretend to Huffing, Offer to fight, away sneaks Bully-Ruffian, So when these Sparks, whose business is addressing, In Love pursuits grow troublesom and pressing; When they affect to keep still in your eye, | When they send_ Grisons _every where to spy, | And full of Coxcomb dress and ogle high; | Seem to receive their Charge, and face about, I'll pawn my life they never stand it o
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