EPILOGUE, Spoken at the Opening of the New House. By Mrs. Bracegirdle

Sure Providence, at first, design'd this Place To be the Player's Refuge in Distress; For still in every Storm they all run hither, As to a Shed, that shields 'em from the Weather. But thinking of this Change which last befel us, It's like what I have heard our Poets tell us: For when behind our Scenes their Suits are pleading, To help their Love, sometimes they show their Reading; And wanting ready Cash to pay for Hearts, They top their Learning on us, and their Parts. Once of Philosophers they told us Stories, Whom, as I think, they call'd—Py—Pythagories. I'm sure 'tis some such Latin Name they give 'em, And we, who know no better, must believe 'em. Now to these Men (say they) such Souls were given, That after Death ne'er went to Hell nor Heaven, But liv'd, I know not how, in Beasts; and then, When many Years were past, in Men again. Methinks, we Players resemble such a Soul, That does from Bodies, we from Houses stroll. Thus Aristotle's Soul, of old that was, May now be damn'd to animate an Ass; Or in this very House, for ought we know, Is doing painful Pennance in some Beau: And this our Audience, which did once resort To shining Theatres to see our Sport, Now find us toss'd into a Tennis-Court. These Walls but t'other Day were fill'd with Noise Of roaring Gamesters, and your Damme Boys: Then bounding Balls and Rackets they encompass'd, And now they're fill'd with Jests, and Flights, and Bombast! I vow, I don't much like this Transmigration, Strolling from Place to Place, by Circulation. Grant, Heaven, we don't return to our first Station. I know not what these think, but for my Part, I can't reflect without an aking Heart, How we should end in our Original, a Cart. But we can't fear, since you're so good to save us, That you have only set us up to leave us. Thus from the past, we hope for future Grace, I beg it— And some here know I have a begging Face. Then pray continue this your kind Behaviour, For a clear Stage won't do, without your Favour.