A PROLOGUE Spoken at the Opening of the Duke's New Play-Houfe. T By the fame Author. IS not in this, as in the former Age, When Wit alone fuffic'd t'Adorn the Stage, When Things well faid,anAudience cou'd invite, Without the hope of fuch a Gaudy Sight. What with your Fathers took, wou'd take with you, If Wit had still the Charm of being New; Had 1 Prologue at the Duke's New Play-Houfe. 297 Had not Enjoyment dull'd your Appetite, She in her homely Drefs wou'd yet delight; agree, Methinks 'tis hard our Authors fhou'd fubmit. Since Since I am fure among you there are few Wou'd grant your Grandfathers had more than you. But hold! I in this business may proceed too far, We are refolv'd we will not have to do With what's between thofe Gentlemen and you Be kind, and let our Houfe have but your Praise, You're welcome every day to damn their Plays, Falling Falling in Love with a Stranger at a Play. F By Sir Charles Sedley. Air Amarillis, on the Stage whilft you Beheld a feigned Love, you gave a true; I, like a Coward in the Amorous War, Love came disguis'd in Wonder and Delight;: Flame, my Whilst your strict Virtue did your Beauty blame: But reft fecure; y're from the Guilt as free, And Love a Torment does for me prepare, Indifference |