3 Truth is, our land with saints is so run o’er,
    And every age produces such a store,
    That now there’s need of two New-Englands more.

  4 What’s this, you’ll say, to us and our vocation? 
    Only thus much, that we have left our station,
    And made this theatre our new plantation.

  5 The factious natives never could agree;
    But aiming, as they call’d it, to be free,
    Those playhouse Whigs set up for property.

  6 Some say, they no obedience paid of late;
    But would new fears and jealousies create;
    Till topsy-turvy they had turn’d the state.

  7 Plain sense, without the talent of foretelling,
    Might guess ’twould end in downright knocks and quelling: 
    For seldom comes there better of rebelling.

  8 When men will, needlessly, their freedom barter
    For lawless power, sometimes they catch a Tartar;
    There’s a damn’d word that rhymes to this call’d Charter.

  9 But, since the victory with us remains,
    You shall be call’d to twelve in all our gains;
    If you’ll not think us saucy for our pains.

  10 Old men shall have good old plays to delight them
     And you, fair ladies and gallants, that slight them,
     We’ll treat with good new plays; if our new wits can write them.

  11 We’ll take no blundering verse, no fustian tumour,
     No dribbling love, from this or that presumer;
     No dull fat fool shamm’d on the stage for humour.

  12 For, faith, some of them such vile stuff have made,
     As none but fools or fairies ever play’d;
     But ’twas, as shopmen say, to force a trade.

  13 We’ve given you tragedies, all sense defying,
     And singing men, in woful metre dying;
     This ’tis when heavy lubbers will be flying.

  14 All these disasters we well hope to weather;
     We bring you none of our old lumber hither;
     Whig poets and Whig sheriffs may hang together.

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FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote 63:  Two theatrical companies:  the Duke’s and the King’s Houses—­both full of every species of abomination—­at last united in 1686, and the most profligate poet of the age was fitly chosen to proclaim the banns.]

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XXXIV.

PROLOGUE TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD,

SPOKEN BY MR HART, AT THE ACTING OF “THE SILENT WOMAN.”

  What Greece, when learning flourish’d, only knew,
  Athenian judges, you this day renew;
  Here too are annual rites to Pallas done,
  And here poetic prizes lost or won. 
  Methinks I see you, crown’d with olives, sit,
  And strike a sacred horror from the pit.