PROLOGUE TO SIR MARTIN MARR-ALL. FOOLS, which each man meets in his dish each day, Are yet the great regalios of a play; But fuch in plays must be much thicker fown, 5 As men watch woodcocks gliding through a glade: And when they have enough for comedy, 10 For, gallants, you yourselves have found the wit. To bid you welcome, would your bounty wrong; 15 None welcome thofe who bring their cheer along. PROLOGUE TO THE TEMPEST *. As when a tree's cut down, the fecret root Lives under ground, and thence new branches shoot; So from old Shakspeare's honour'd duft, this day Springs up and buds a new-reviving play: Shakspeare, who (taught by none) did first impart To Fletcher wit, to labouring Jonfon art. He, monarch-like, gave thofe, his fubjects, law; And is that nature which they paint and draw. Fletcher reach'd that which on his heights did grow, 5 While Jonfon crept, and gather'd all below. 10 This did his love, and this his mirth, digeft: One imitates him moft, the other beft. If they have fince outwrit all other men, "Tis with the drops which fell from Shakspeare's pen. Bonarelli, in his Filli di Sciro, has introduced a fhepherdess in love with two perfons, like the alterations in the Tempeft. Dr. J. WARTON. The ftorm, which vanifli'd on the neighbouring fhore, 15 Was taught by Shakspeare's Tempest first to roar. That innocence and beauty, which did smile 20 26 Which works by magic fupernatural things: One of our women to prefent a boy; Her fex transform'd from man to womankind. 30 35 PROLOGUE ΤΟ TYRANNICK LOVE. SELF-LOVE, which, never rightly understood, write. 10 Therefore our poet, as he thinks not fit 5 15 But when a tyrant for his theme he had, He loos'd the reins, and bid his muse run mad: And though he stumbles in a full career, 20 Yet rafhness is a better fault than fear. make. 25 |