Prologue, to the Duke of Guise written by Mr. Dryden ; spoken by Mr. Smith. Duke of Guise. Prologue Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1683 Approx. 8 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2008-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A36668 Wing D2338 ESTC R10910 12277141 ocm 12277141 58487 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A36668) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 58487) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 625:14) Prologue, to the Duke of Guise written by Mr. Dryden ; spoken by Mr. Smith. Duke of Guise. Prologue Dryden, John, 1631-1700. [4] p. Printed for Jacob Tonson ..., [London : 1683] Advertisement: p. [4]. First edition. Caption title. "Epilogue, written by the same authour ; spoken by Mrs. Cooke": p. [2-3]; and "Another epilogue intended to have been spoken to the play, before it was forbidden, last summer, written by Mr. Dryden": p. [3-4]. Reproduction of original in Bodleian Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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OUR Play 's a Parallel : The Holy League Begot our Cov'nant : Guisards got the Whigg : Whate'er our hot-brain'd Sheriffs did advance , Was , like our Fashions , first produc'd in France : And , when worn out , well scourg'd , and banish'd there , Sent over , like their godly Beggars here . Cou'd the same Trick , twice play'd , our Nation gull ? It looks as if the Devil were grown dull ; Or serv'd us up , in scorn , his broken Meat , And thought we were not worth a better Cheat. The fulsome Cov'nant , one wou'd think in reason , Had giv'n us all our Bellys-full of Treason : And yet , the Name but chang'd , our nasty Nation Chaws its own Excrement , th'Association . 'T is true we have not learn'd their pois'ning way , For that 's a mode but newly come in play ; Besides , your Drug's uncertain to prevail ; But your true Protestant can never fail , With that compendious Instrument , a Flail . Go on ; and bite , ev'n though the Hook lies bare ; Twice in one Age expell the lawfull Heir : Once more decide Religion by the Sword ; And purchase for us a new Tyrant Lord. Pray for your King ; but yet your Purses spare ; Make him not two-Pence richer by your Prayer . To show you love him much , chastise him more ; And make him very Great , and very Poor . Push him to Wars , but still no Pence advance ; Let him lose England to recover France . Cry Freedom up with Popular noisy Votes : And get enough to cut each others Throats , Lop all the Rights that fence your Monarch's Throne ; For fear of too much Pow'r , pray leave him none . A noise was made of Arbitrary Sway ; But in Revenge , you Whiggs , have found a way , An Arbitrary Duty now to pay . Let his own Servants turn , to save their stake ; Glean from his plenty , and his wants forsake . But let some Judas near his Person stay , To swallow the last Sop , and then betray . Make London independant of the Crown : A Realm apart ; the Kingdom of the Town . Let Ignoramus Juries find no Traitors : And Ignoramus Poets scribble Satyres . And , that your meaning none may fail to scan , Doe , what in Coffee-houses you began ; Pull down the Master , and Set up the Man. EPILOGUE . Written by the same Authour : Spoken by Mrs. Cooke . MUCH Time and Trouble this poor Play has cost ; And , faith , I doubted once the Cause was lost . Yet no one Man was meant ; nor Great nor Small ; Our Poets , like frank Gamesters , threw at all . They took no single Aim : — But , like bold Boys , true to their Prince and hearty , Huzza'd , and fir'd Broad-sides at the whole Party . Duells are Crimes ; but when the Cause is right , In Battel , every Man is bound to fight . For what shou'd hinder Me to sell my Skin Dear as I cou'd , if once my hand were in ? Se defendendo never was a Sin. 'T is a fine World , my Masters , right or wrong , The Whiggs must talk , and Tories hold their tongue . They must doe all they can — But We , forsooth , must bear a Christian mind ; And fight , like Boys , with one Hand ty'd behind ; Nay , and when one Boy 's down , 't were wondrous wise , To cry , Box fair , and give him time to rise . When Fortune favours , none but Fools will dally : Wou'd any of you Sparks , if Nan or Mally Tipt you th'inviting Wink , stand shall I , shall I ? A Trimmer cry'd , ( that heard me tell this Story ) Fie , Mistress Cooke ! faith you 're too rank a Tory ! Wish not Whiggs hang'd , but pity their hard Cases ; You Women love to see Men make wry Faces . Pray , Sir , said I , don't think me such a Jew ; I say no more , but give the Dev'l his due . Lenitives , says he , suit best with our Condition . Jack Ketch , says I , 's an excellent Physician . I love no Bloud — Nor I , Sir , as I breath ; But hanging is a fine dry kind of Death . We Trimmers are for holding all things even : Yes — just like him that hung 'twixt Hell and Heaven . Have we not had Mens Lives enow already ? Yes sure : — but you 're for holding all things steddy : Now since the Weight hangs all on one side , Brother , You Trimmers shou'd , to poize it , hang on t'other . Damn'd Neuters , in theri middle way of steering , Are neither Fish , nor Flesh , nor good Red-Herring : Not Whiggs , nor Tories they ; nor this , nor that ; Not Birds , nor Beasts ; but just a kind of Bat : A Twilight Animal ▪ true to neither Cause , With Tory Wings , but Whiggish Teeth and Claws . ANOTHER EPILOGUE Intended to have been Spoken to the PLAY , before it was forbidden , last Summer . Written by Mr. Dryden . TWO Houses joyn'd , two Poets to a Play ? You noisy Whiggs will sure be pleas'd to day ; It looks so like two Shrieves the City way . But since our Discords and Divisions cease , You , Bilbo Gallants , learn to keep the Peace : Make here no Tilts : let our Poor Stage alone ; Or if a decent Murther must be done , Pray take a Civil turn to Marybone . If not , I swear we 'll pull up all our Benches ; Not for your sakes , but for our Orange-Wenches : For you thrust wide sometimes ; and many a Spark , That misses one , can hit the other Mark. This makes our Boxes full ; for Men of Sense Pay their four Shillings in their own defence : That safe behind the Ladies they may stay ; Peep o'er the Fan , and Judg the bloudy Fray. But other Foes give Beauty worse alarms ; The Posse Poetarum's up in Arms : No Womans Fame their Libells has escap'd ; Their Ink runs Venome , and their Pens are Clap'd . When Sighs and Pray'rs their Ladies cannot move , They Rail , write Treason , and turn Whiggs to love . Nay , and I fear they worse Designs advance , There 's a damn'd Love-trick new brought o'er from France , We charm in vain , and dress , and keep a Pother , While those false Rogues are Ogling one another . All Sins besides , admit some expiation ; But this against our Sex is plain Damnation . They joyn for Libells too , these Women-haters ; And as they club for Love , they club for Satyrs : The best on 't is they hurt not : for they wear Stings in their Tayls ; their onely Venom 's there . 'T is true , some Shot at first the Ladies hit , Which able Markesmen made and Men of Wit : But now the Fools give fire , whose Bounce is louder ; And ye● , like mere Train bands , they shoot but Powder . Libells , like Plots , sweep all in their first Fury ; Then dwindle like an Ignoramus Jury : Thus Age begins with Towzing and with Tumbling ; But Grunts , and Groans , and ends at last in Fumbling . FINIS . Newly Printed , The Prologue and Epilogue to the King and Queen , at the Opening of their Theatre . Religio Laici , or a Lay-man's Faith. A Poem . Both Written by Mr. Dryden . LONDON , Printed for Jacob Tonson , at the Judge's Head in Chancery-lane . 1683.