PROLOGUE ΤΟ AMBOYNA. AS needy gallants in the scriveners' hands, Court the rich knave that gripes their mortgag'd lands, 5 The firft fat buck of all the feafon's fent, Yet, ftill, The fame religion, answers all: you to civil war, 15 Drew English blood, and Dutchmen's now would fpare: Be gull'd no longer, for you'll find it true, They have no more religion, faith-than you; Intereft's the god they worship in their state; And you, I take it, have not much of that. 20 Well, monarchies may own religion's name, But ftates are atheifts in their very frame. They share a fin, and such proportions fall, That, like a stink, 'tis nothing to them all. How they love England, you shall see this day; No map fhews Holland truer than our play: 26 Their pictures and infcriptions well we know; We may be bold one medal fure to fhow. View then their falfehoods, rapine, cruelty; And think what once they were, they still would be: 30 But hope not either language, plot, or art; EPILOGUE ΤΟ AMBOYNA. A POET once the Spartans led to fight, 6 For they were bred ere manners were in fashion; And their new commonwealth has fet them free, Only from honour and civility. Venetians do not more uncouthly ride, 11 Than did their lubber ftate mankind beftride; Their fway became them with as ill a mien, 15 As their own paunches fwell above their chin: Yet is their empire no true growth, but humour, And only two kings' touch can cure the tumour. ! As Cato did his Afric fruits difplay, 20 PROLOGUE SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF THE NEW HOUSE*, MARCH 26, 1674. 5 A PLAIN built houfe, after fo long a stay, * This prologue must certainly have been written for the King's company, which I fuppofe at this time might have opened their houfe in Drury-lane. The reflection cast upon the taste of the town in these three lines, ""Twere folly now a stately pile to raise, "To build a playhouse while you throw down plays, "While scenes, machines, and empty operas reign:" is certainly levelled at the Duke's company, who had exhibited the Siege of Rhodes, and other expensive operas, and who now were getting up Pfyche, Circe, &c, DERRICK, |