Prologue

Since by Mistakes your best Delights are made, (For ev'n your Wives can please in Masquerade) Twere worth our While t' have drawn you in this day By a new Name to our old honest Play; But he that did this Evenings Treat prepare Bluntly resolv'd before-hand to declare Your Entertainment should be most old Fare. Yet hopes, since in rich Shakespears soil it grew, Twill relish yet with those whose Tasts are True, And his Ambition is to please a Few. If then this Heap of Flow'rs shall chance to wear Fresh Beauty in the Order they now bear, Ev'n this Shakespears Praise; each Rustick knows Mongst plenteous Flow'rs a Garland to Compose, Which strung by his course Hand may fairer Show, But 'twas a Pow'r: Divine first made 'em Grow. Why shou'd these Scenes lie hid, in which we find What may at Once divert and teach the Mind? Morals were alwaies proper for the Stage, But are ev'n necessary in this Age. Poets must take the Churches Teaching Trade, Since Priests their Province of Intrigue invade; But We the worst in this Exchange have got, In vain our Poets Preach, whilst Church-men Plot.