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E P I L OG U E To the YOUNG QUAK ER, Spoken by Miss FRODSHAM, in the Character of Dinah,

August, 1783


O more nam’d Primrose, I'm my Reuben's

wife,
And Dinah Sadboy I am callid for life.
There will I rest. Though alter'd be my name,
My faith and manners shall remain the same.
Still shall my cheek show Nature's white and red }
No cap shall rise, like Steeple from my head;
Powder, pomatum, ne'er my locks shall deck,
Nor curls, like Sausages, adorn my neck.
In leathern carriage though I sometimes go,
I'll mount no lofty chaise in Roiten-Row.
Me shall the eye of Wonder ne'er behold
In varnish'd vehicle, all paint and gold,
With liveried llaves behind, in grand parade,
All sticks, bags, lace, brown powder, and cockade
Drawn thro' the crowded Park-while at my side
The booted nobles of the nation ride
Showing at once in state and splendour vain,
Both Lazarus and Dives in my train, .

Yes

Ye, who in marriage, wealth and grandeur seek,
Think what a blessing is a wife that's meek!
A helpmate, true of heart, and full of Love,
Such as to Reuben Dinah means to prove !
-Much art thou chang'd, my Reuben !-But 'were

strange
To wish thy faithful Dinah too might change.
Wife of thy bosom, ne'er shall I delight
To turn the night to day, the day to night;
The Vigils pale of Balls and Routes to keep,
Or at the Card-table to murther fleep.
My mind shall still be pure, my thoughts serene,
My habit fimple, and my person clean.
No pomps and vanities will I pursue,
But love my home, and love my husband too.

VOL. III,

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PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

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To the BIRTH-DAY, A COMEDY of Two Acts,

Written by Mr. O'KEEFE,
First acted at the THEATRE ROYAL in the HaY-MARKET,

August 12, 1783.
Spoken by Mr. PALMER,

WHEN Fate on some tremendous act seems

HEN Fate on some tremendous act seems

bent,
And Nature labours with the dread event,
Portents and Prodigies convulse the earth,
That heaves and struggles with the fatal birth.
In happier hours are lavish Blessings given,
And pour'd in floods, to mark the hand of Heaven.
In a long series of bright glories drest,
Britons must hail This Day supremely bleft.
First on This Day, in Liberty's great cause,
A BRUNSWICK came to guard our Rights and Laws
On this great Day, our glorious annals tell,
By British arms the pride of Cuba fell,
For then the Moro's gallant chief o'erthrown,
Th' Havannah saw his fate, and felt her own:
The self-fame Day, the same auspicious morn,
Our elder Hope, our Prince, our GEORGE, was born.

Upon

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Upon his natal hour what triumphs wait!
What captive treasures croud the palace-gate!
What doubled joys the Royal Parent claim,
Of homefelt Happiness and Publick Fame !

Long, very long, great George, protect the land, Thy race, like arrows in a Giant's hand ! For still, tho' blights may nip some infant rose, And kill the budding beauty, ere it blows, Indulgent Heav'n prolongs th' illustrious line, Branching like th’ Olive, clustering like the Vine.

Long, very long, thy course of glory run, A bright example to thy Royal Son! Forming that Son to grace, like Thee, the throne, And make his Father's Virtues all his own !

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PROLOGUE, TO THE ELECTION OF THE MANAGERS,

Spoken by MR. PALMER.

June, 1784.

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URST be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,

That tends to make one worthy man my foe; Gives Virtue Scandal, Innocence a Fear! Or from the soft-eyed virgin steals a Tear!” Thus sung sweet Pope, the vigorous Child of Satire; Our Bayes less Genius boasts, not less Good-Nature. No poison'd shaft he darts with partial aimFolly and Vice are fair and general game: No Tale he echoes, on no Scandal dwells, Nor plants on one Fool's head the Cap and Bells : He paints the living Manners of the time, But lays at no man's door Reproach or Crime.

Yet some with Critick nose, and eye too keen, Scent double-meanings out and blaft each Scene; While squint Suspicion holds her treacherous lamp, Fear moulds base coin, and Malice gives the stampFalsehood's vile gloss converts the very Bible To Scandalum Magnatum, and a Libel.

Thus once, when fick, Sir Gripus, as we're told, In grievous usury grown-rich and old,

Bought

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