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The prologue and epilogue to the city politicks
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Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.
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1683
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Wing C7398; ESTC R17456
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THE Prologue and Epilogue TO THE City POLITICKS The PROLOGUE spoken by Mr. SMITH GOOD Heaven be thank'd the frenzy of the Nation Begins to cure and Wit to grow in fashion Long the Two Theatres did proudly jarr And for chief sway like two Republicks Warr When of the sudden a devouring Host Of dreadful Knights I say not of the Post But strange tongue Warriors over-run the Town And blew the Stage almost the Kingdom down And with the Stage the Poets must expire For Bells will melt if Steeples be on Fire Then Coffee-houses Theatres were grown Where Zealots acted in a furious tone Oliver 's Porter Damming Babylon But they more Mad for he in his worst Fit Was ne're so Mad as to talk TREASON yet 'T is strange those Men should wish the POPE such evil Who are so kind to the POPE's Friend the DEVIL They Drink they Whore and at there Rulers Rant And all is well in a True PROTESTANT These follies have the Nation long employ'd And almost all the POETS Trade destroy'd That they may justly seek Reprizals now And Board those Pirates which brought them so low Seize on that Ware by which some Men by stealth Promote the Traffick of a Common-wealth Ware some believe by Priests and Jesuits Spunn They Weave the Cloath FANATICKS put it on But some will say a POET mend the Age In these high matters how dare they engage Why SIRS a Poets Reformation scorn Since the Reformers now all Poets turn And by their awkard jangling Rhimes proclaim Like Bells rung backward that the Towns on Flame The City Whiggs such cursed Poets chuse For that alone they should their CHARTER lose He is a wretched Coxcomb who believes Muses like JURIES will be pack'd by SHERIFFS But their ill Palate no fine dressing needs All stuff that any Whiggish fancy breeds They swallow down and live like Ducks on Weeds These things give all the Nations round delight Sure at our Fools to laugh we have most right Let 's not our mirth to foraign Kingdoms send But here the growth of our own Country spend Heaven knows that sums the CAUSE has cost this Town Here you may have it all for Half-a-Crown The EPILOGUE spoken by Mr. LEE in the Character of Bartaline the Old Lawyer Enter a Gentleman to Bartaline 1. Gent. SIR I come to you from certain worthy Gentlemen the world is pleased to call Whiggs Bar. Whiggs Sir they are the Props and Pillars of the Nation 1. Gent. Sir There is a Poet has been so bold as to write a Play against 'em in which several of 'em think themselves abused now Sir they desire to know if they have not an Action of Slander against the Poet Bar. Ay ay Sir he 's a Rascal 1. Gent. And may not have considerable dammages Bar. Oh! very considerable 1. Gent. Here are Two Pieces Bar. Two Pieces pretty indifferent dammages I believe they may have some Dammages 1. Gent. Here 's one great person thinks himself much abus'd and has sent you 20 Pieces Bar. Sir he shall have great Dammages he shall trounce the Poet a Rascal to abuse great persons 1 Gent. He tell him Ex. Enter a second Gent. 2. Sir I come to you from a person that wants your Councel but he is a swingeing Tory. Bar. Well he 's ne're the worse man provided he has a swingeing Purse 2. Sir he has writ a Play against Faction and some Whiggs think themselves hit home in it and they are bringing Actions of Slander against him to punish him Bar. Sir if he has hit the Whiggs home he is a good Marks-man for now they are all upon the Wing 2. Sir he desires to know whether there lies an Action of Slander against him or no and so whether he had best compound the business in time or go through with it Bar. Oh! let him go through with it 2. And you will assist him Bar. Ay ay in private 2. But he has no Money he must Sue in Forma Pauperis Bar. Forma Pauperis Oh! damn'd Rogue does he abuse great men and has he no Money Tell him I have consider'd it and I won't defend a slanderous Rascal in abusing honest men 2. You said you would help him through with it Bar. Ay through the Pillory A Rascal without Money abuse great men and then Sue in Forma Pauperis Come the Court is sat I must Plead for the Plaintiff YOU Learned Reverend Judges in this place I come to Plead here in a weighty Case And I beseech you quickly make an end on 't The WHIGGS are Plaintiffs POET is Defendant I 'me for the Plaintiffs they have Coyn good store Poets are in the wrong because they 're poor And I ne're mind a Cause but as I 'me Feed Like Quacks we Cure no Man that will not bleed WHIGGS are my Clyents And my Lords I say They have been scandaliz'd in a damn'd Play Which those good men for busy Fop's does jear Who vigilant for Church and State appear What if such men should have no wit at all Pray did not Geese once save the Capital But say these honest men be in the wrong Railing does to no private men belong Boldly to Rail is one of the chief spriggs Of the Prerogative of Prince of Whiggs TITUS the first who did that Power attain I take it Anno primo of his Reign From WHIGGS to whom by Custome it bolongs WHIGGS are all Freeholders of their Tongues And Pens too I 'le prove it out of Janeway 's Reports And the Decrees of sev'ral Coffee-Courts The POET his no title then to rail Let him be seiz'd nor let Wit be his Bayl. Wit is a Tory ne're with us would joyn Wit never help d the Whiggs to write one Line 'T has been accus'd and in our Writings sought But still the Coroner Non inventus brought But Learned Judges I leave all to you If you 're for TORIES I will be so too Noint Witches they will fly though ne're so old I 'le be as nimble too noint me with Gold I 'le quickly to the Tory party skip Greaze my Fist well I 'le let our Faction slip FINIS LONDON Printed for Tho. Benskins in St. Brides Church yard 1683.