_Roger L'Estrange._

_LONDON_,

Printed for _Thomas Dring_, at the _White
Lyon_, next _Chancery-Lane_ end in
_Fleet-street_. 1673.

The Actors Names.

_Don Antonio_. A Jealous Lord. Mr. _Smith_.
_Don Gerardo_. Friend to _Antonio_. Mr. _Medburn_.
_Don Francisco_. A Young Lord. Mr. _Young_.
_Don Sebastian_. Friend to _Francisco_. Mr. _Crosby_.
_Jasper_. A Villain. Servant to _Antonio_. Mr. _Sandford_.
_Pedro_. Servant to _Antonio_. Mr. _Burford_.
Servant To _Gerardo_. Mr. _Norris_.
_Captain of the Watch_. Mr. _Nath. Leigh_.
_Souldiers_.

Women.

_Caelia_. Wife to _Antonio_. Mrs. _Shadwel_.
_Eugenia_. Sister to _Caelia_. Mrs. _Betterton_.
_Flora_. Waiting Woman to _Caelia_. Mrs. _Osborn_.
_Nurse_ To _Caelia_. Mr. _Nokes_.
_Witch_. Aunt to _Jasper_. Mrs. _Norris_.
_Spirits_.
_Gipsies_.

PROLOGUE

By Mr. _Smith_.

_To you, great Sovereign Wits, that have such sway,
Without Controul to save, or damn a Play;
That with a pish, my Anthony, or so,
Can the best Rally'd sence at once or'e throw;
And by this pow'r, that none must question now,
Have made the most Rebellious Writers bow,
Our Author, here his low Submission brings,
Begging your pass, calls you the Stages Kings;
He sayes, nay, on a Play-Book, swears it too,
Your pox uppo'nt damn it, what's here to do?
Your nods, your winks, nay, your least signs of Wit,
Are truer Reason than e're Poet writ,
And he observes do much more sway the Pit.
For sitting there h' has seen the lesser gang
Of Callow Criticks down their heads to bang;
Lending long Ears to all that you should say,
So understand, yet never hear the Play:
Then in the Tavern swear their time they've lost,
And Curse the Poet put e'm to that cost.
And if one would their just Exceptions know,
They heard such, such, or such a one say so;
And thus in time by your dislikes they rise,
To be thought Judges, though indeed but spyes.
This is not fair your Subjects to betray
To those that strive to Rival you in sway;
That will in time by your expence of wit,
Usurp or'e us, and your successors sit.
These and some other dangers to remove,
We beg that though this Play you disapprove,
Say nothing of it here, and when you're gone,
We give that leave you'le take to