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ris, boast of her fplendid entertainment in England, of the complaisance, liberty, and good-nature of a people, that thronged her house lo full, that she had not room to stick a pin ; and left a poor fellow, that had the misfortune of being one of themselves, without one farthing for half a year's pains that he had taken for their entertainment.
There were some gentlemen in the pit the first night, that took the hint from the prologue to damn the play ; but they made such a noise in the execution, that the people took the outcry for a reprieve; so that the dar. ling mischief was over-laid by their over-fondness of the changeling : 'tis somewhat hard, that gentlemen should debase themselves into a faction of a dozen, to stab a fingle person, who never had the resolution to face two men at a time ; if he has had the misfortune of
misunderstanding with a particular person, he has had a partia cular person to answer it: but these sparks would be remarkable in their resentment; and if any body fall under their displeasure, they scorn to call him to a particuIar account, but will very honourably burn his house, or pick his pocket.
The new-house has perfectly made me a convert by their civility on my fixth night: for to be friends, and revenged at the faine time, I must give them a play, that
when I write another. For faction runs so high, that I could wish the senate would suppress the houses, or put in force the act against bribing elections ; that house which has the most favours to bestow, will certainly carry it, spight of all poetical justice that would sup
I have heard some people fo extravagantly angry at this play, that one would think they had no reason to be difpleased at all ; whilft fome (otherwise men of good sense) had commended it so much, that I was afraid they ridiculed me; so that between both, I am absolutely at a lofs what to think on't : for tho' the cause has come on fix days fucceffively, yet the trial, I fancy, is not determined. When our devotion to Lent, and our Lady, is . over, the business will be brought on again, and then we thall have fair play for our money.
There is a gentleman of the first understanding, and a very good critic, who said of Mr. Wilks, that in this part he out-acted himself, and all men that he ever saw. I would not rob Mr. Wilks, by a worse expression of mine, of a compliment that he so much deserves.
I had almost forgot to tell you, that the turn of plot in the last act, is an adventure of Ch ier de Chastillon at Paris, and matter of fact; but the thing is fo universally known, that I think this advice might have been spared, as well as the rest of the preface, for any good it will do either to me or the play.
PROLOG V E.
Plays are like suppers: poets are the cooks.
falt or taste.
This night we hope you'll all inconstant bear :
ret since each mind betrays a diff'rent taste,
DRAMATIS PERSON B.
M E N.
Old Mirabel, an aged gent, of an odd
compound, between the peevishnets
ly fondness towards his son,
fellow, that thinks himself a greater
fool than he is, Dugard, brother to Oriana, Petit, servant to Dugard, afterwards
to his fifter,
W O M E N. Oriana, a lady contracted to Mirabel,
who would bring him to reason. Bisarre, a whimsical lady, friend to
Oriana, admired by Duretete, Lamorce, a woman of contrivance,
Drury-Lanse Old Mirabel,
Mr. Yates, Young Mirabel,
Mr. Smith. Capt. Duretete,
Mr. King. Dugard,
Mr. Davies. Petit,
Mr. Weston. Oriasa,
Miss Younge. Bisarre,
Soldiers, Servants, and Attendants.