EPILOGUE, To the COMEDY of I'LL TELL YOU WHAT! M Spoken by Mifs FARREN. Auguft, 1785. ALE Criticks applaud to the fkies the Male When a Woman attempts they turn carpers and nibblers: But a true patriot Female, there's nothing fo vexes As this haughty pre-eminence claim'd 'twixt the fexes. The free spirit revolts at each hard proposition, But the heart of a Woman with Paffions is ftor'd: Girls, who grieve, or rejoice, from true feeling as I do, Never dream of Calypfo, or Helen, or Dido. Το To the end of our life, from the hour we begin it, Woman's Fate all depends on the Critical Minute! A Minute, unknown to the dull pedant tribe, And which never feeling, they never defcribe. 'Tis no work of Science, or fparkle of Wit, But a point which mere Nature muft teach us to hit; And which, in the changes and turns of my story, A weak Woman's Pen has to-night laid before ye. And fay, ye grave Prudes! gayCoquettes too, ah, say, What a Critical Minute was mine in the Play! Here Poverty, Famine, and Shame, and Reproach! There Plenty and Eafe, and a Lord, and a Coach! But perhaps our Bard held Mrs. Eufton too mean, And conceiv'd her difgrace would but lower the Scene: Let us then, better pleas'd, to acquit than convict her, On the ground of High Life, sketch the very fame Picture! Imagine fome Fair plung'd in modish distress! Has swept her laft guinea, náy more than her laft! At once too his love and his bounty difpenfes, Sooths with Thousands her grief, lulls with Flatt'ry her fenfes ! Alas! what a Minute! ah! what can be done? All means must be tried, and our Drama fhows one. Let Papa in that Minute, that fo frowns upon her, Redeem the vile debts that encumber her Honour! Let Papa in that Minute, that teems with undoing, Step in, like my Father, and mar a Lord's wooing! Let her know, as I've known, all the horror that's in it, And feel the true force of the Critical Minute! Thus wishes our Bard, as fhe bids me declare; And fuch is my wifh-By mine Honour I fwear! PROLOGUE PROLOGUE At the opening of the THEATRE ROYAL, HAY-MARKET, June, 1786. Spoken by Mr. BENSLEY. E SAGE, of life and manners no mean teacher, Till apoplex'd at laft, his congregation Smelt Apoplexy in each dull Oration. Our Chief, alas, fince here we parted laft, Again with rapture hails the generous town, Fam'd Pafquin, his applauded predeceffor, 'Gainft Wit and Humour never a tranfgreffor, * Alluding to a paragraph in the Publick Advertiser of November 4, 1785. This couplet, omitted at the Theatre, is here restored, in order to prevent > any misapplication of the next line but one.Y 4 Still Still cheer'd your vacant hour with jeft and whim, Cheer'd by these hopes he banishes all fear, PROLOGUE |