EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MRS. ELLEN, WHEN SHE WAS TO BE CARRIED OFF DEAD BY THE BEARERS [To the Bearer.] Hold, are you mad? you damn'd confounded dog, I am to rise, and speak the epilogue. [To the Audience.] come, kind gentlemen, strange news to tell ye, I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly. Sweet ladies, be not frighted, I'll be civil; I'm what I was, a little harmless devil: For after death, we sprites have just such natures We had for all the world, when human creatures; And therefore I that was an actress here, Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there. 10 Gallants, look to 't, you say there are no sprites; But I'll come dance about your beds at PROLOGUES, EPILOGUES, AND SONGS FROM THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA BY THE SPANIARDS [This, Dryden's most famous heroic play, is divided into two parts, which seem to have been presented on successive days. It was first acted at some time between May 8, 1670, when a son was born to Nell Gwyn, the chief actress in the play, and February 20, 1671, when it was entered on the Stationers' Register (Malone, I, 1, 94). The first edition is dated 1672. The second song is printed also in Westminster Drollery; or, a Choice Collection of the Newest Songs and Poems, 1671, under the title, A Song at the King's House (the Theater Royal). The first song is twice printed in the same collection, once under the title, A Vision, and once under the same title as the other song.] PROLOGUE TO THE FIRST PART SPOKEN BY MRS. ELLEN GWYN IN A BROAD-BRIMM'D HAT, AND WAIST-BELT THIS jest was first of t'other house's making, And, five times tried, has never fail'd of taking; If they, thro' sickness, seldom did appear, Pity the virgins of each theater: 29 For, at both houses, 't was a sickly year! And pity us, your servants, to whose cost, In one such sickness, nine whole months are lost. Their stay, he fears, has ruin'd what he writ: Long waiting both disables love and wit. They thought they gave him leisure to do well; But, when they forc'd him to attend, he fell! Yet, tho' he much has fail'd, he begs, to-day, You will excuse his unperforming play: Weakness sometimes great passion does |