Chapter I: Prologue: Spoke by Mrs. PRINCE

_Our Author fearing his Success to Day,_
_Sends me to bribe your Spleen against his Play,_
_And if a Ghost in_ Nelly's _Time cou'd sooth ye,_
_He hopes in these that Flesh and Blood may move ye,_
_Nay, what is more, to win your Hearts, a Maid!_
_If ever such a Thing the Play-house had._
_For Cold and Shade the waxen Blossom's born,_
_Not to endure the Regions of the Sun,_
_Let every Beau then his Applause begin,_
_And think the Rarity was born for him:_
_Your true-bred Knights for fancy'd Dames advance,_
_And think it Gallantry to break a Launce,_
_And shall a real Damsel e'er be found_
_To plead her Cause in vain on_ English _Ground,_
_Unless that dreadful Prophecy's begun,_
_In which Seven Women are to share----one Man!_
_But thanks my Stars that Danger I disown,_
_For in the Pit, I see 'tis--one--to one._
_And while the Fair can all their Rights enjoy,_
_We'll keep our Title up to being Coy,_
_So let your Praise be noisy as your Wine,_
_And grant your Favours, if you'd purchase mine._

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A SONG design'd to be sung by Mr. DOGGET.

_The Man you Ladies ought to fear,_
_Behold and see his Picture here._
_With Arms a-cross, and down-cast Eyes_
_Thus languishes, and thus he dies,_
_Then gives his Hat a careless Pull,_
_Thus he sighs, and thus looks dull,_
_Thus he ogles, thus he sneers,_
_Thus he winks, and thus he lears._
_This, this is he alone can move,_
_And this the Man the Ladies love._

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