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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RELAPSE: PROLOGUE, by JOHN VANBRUGH Poet's Biography First Line: Ladies, this play in too much haste was writ Last Line: The entertainment'sat their own expence. | |||
PROLOGUE. SPOKEN BY MISS CROSS. LADIES, this play in too much haste was writ, To be o'ercharg'd with either plot or wit; 'Twas got, conceiv'd, and born in six weeks space, And wit, you know, 's as slow in growthas grace. Sure it can ne'er be ripen'd to your taste; I doubt 'twill prove our author bred too fast: For mark 'em well, who with the Muses marry, They rarely do conceive, but they miscarry. 'Tis the hard fate of those who are big with rhyme, Still to be brought-to-bed before their time. Of our late poets, Nature few has made; The greatest partare only so by trade. Still want of something brings the scribbling fit; For want of money some of 'em have writ, And others do't, you seefor want of wit. Honour, they fancy, summons 'em to write, So out they lug in resty Nature's spight, As some of you spruce beaux dowhen you fight Yet let the ebb of wit be ne'er so low, Some glimpse of it a man may hope to show, Upon a theme so ampleas a beau. So, howsoe'er true courage may decay, Perhaps there's not one smock-face here to-day, But's bold as Cæsarto attack a play. Nay, what's yet more, with an undaunted face, To do the thing with more heroick grace, 'Tis six to four y'attack the strongest place. You are such Hotspurs in this kind of venture, Where there's no breach, just there you needs must enter. But be advis'd E'en give the hero and the critique o'er, For Nature sent you on another score; She formed her beau, for nothing but her whore. On the third day the following prologue was spoken by Mrs. Verbruggen. It is in the editions of 1697, 1698, 1708, 1730, and 1735, but not in that of 1776. It is also given in Mr. Ward's edition of Vanbrugh's Complete Works, and in Leigh Hunt. Apologies for plays, experience shews, Are things almost as uselessas the beaux. What e'er we say (like them) we neither move, Your friendship, pity, anger, nor your love. 'Tis interest turns the globe: let us but find, The way to please you, and you'll soon be kind: But to expect, you'd for our sakes approve, Is just as tho' you for their sakes shou'd love, And that, we do confess, we think a task, Which (tho' they may impose) we never ought to ask. This is an age, where all things we improve, But most of all, the art of making love. In former days, women were only won, By merit, truth, and constant service done, But lovers now, are much more expert grown. They seldom wait, t'approach, by tedious form, They'r for dispatch, for taking you by storm, Quick are their sieges, furious are their fires, Fierce their attacks, and boundless their desires. Before the play's half ended, I'll engage, To shew you beaux, come crowding on the stage, Who with so little pains, have always sped, They'll undertake to look a lady dead. How I have shook, and trembling stood with awe, When here, behind the scenes, I've seen 'em draw A Comb: that dead-doing weapon to the heart, And turn each powder'd hair into a dart. When I have seen 'em sally on the stage, Drest to the war, and ready to engage, I've mourn'd your destinyyet more their fate, To think, that after victorys so great, It shou'd so often prove, their hard mishap, To sneak into a laneand get a clap. But hush; they'r here already, I'll retire, And leave 'em to you ladys to admire. They'll shew you twenty thousand airs and graces, They'll entertain you with their soft grimaces, Their snuff-box, awkward bowsand ugly faces. In short, they'r after all, so much your friends That lest the play shou'd fail, the authors ends, They have resolv'd, to make you some amends. Between each act (perform'd by nicest rules), They'll treat youwith an Interlude of Fools. Of which, that you may have the deeper sence, The entertainment'sat their own expence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RELAPSE: EPILOGUE by JOHN VANBRUGH TO A LADY MORE CRUEL THAN FAIR by JOHN VANBRUGH THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE INSULTING BEAUTY by JOHN WILMOT BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 8 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH AN ADDRESS TO THE MOB ON OCCASION OF THE LATE RIOT ... HUGH PALLISER by WILLIAM COWPER |
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