EPILOGUE

SPOKEN BY MRS. KNEP.

THE PLAIN DEALER.

A Comedy.

Ridiculum acri

Fortius et melius magnas plerumque secat res.-HORAT.

TO MY LADY B * *.

MADAM,-Though I never had the honour to receive a favour from you, nay, or be known to you, I take fl confidence of an author to write to you a billet-doux dedicatory;—which is no new thing. For by most dedications appears that authors, though they praise their patrons from top to toe, and seem to turn 'em inside out, know 'e as little as sometimes their patrons their books, though they read them out; and if the poetical daubers did not wri the name of the man or woman on top of the picture, 'twere impossible to guess whose it were. But you, Madar without the help of a poet, have made yourself known and famous in the world; and because you do not want it, a therefore most worthy of an epistle dedicatory. And this play claims naturally your protection, since it has lost i reputation with the ladies of stricter lives in the playhouse; and, you know, when men's endeavours are d countenanced and refused by the nice coy women of honour, they come to you:-to you, the great and noble patrone of rejected and bashful men (of which number I profess myself to be one, though a poet, a dedicating poet), to yo I say, Madam, who have as discerning a judgment, in what's obscene or not, as any quick-sighted civil person of 'e all, and can make as much of a double-meaning saying as the best of 'em; yet would not, as some do, make nonsen of a poet's jest, rather than not make it bawdy; by which they show, they as little value wit in a play as in a love provided they can bring t'other thing about. Their sense, indeed, lies all one way, and therefore are only for that in poet, which is moving, as they say. But what do they mean by that word moving? Well, I must not put 'em to t blush, since I find I can do't. In short, Madam, you would not be one of those who ravish a poet's innocent words, a make 'em guilty of their own naughtiness (as 'tis termed) in spite of his teeth. Nay, nothing is secure from the pow of their imaginations, no, not their husbands, whom they cuckold with themselves, by thinking of other men; and make the lawful matrimonial embraces adultery, wrong husbands and poets in thought and word, to keep their c reputations. But your ladyship's justice, I know, would think a woman's arraigning and damning a poet for her obscenity like her crying out a rape, and hanging a man for giving her pleasure, only that she might be thought not consent to't; and so to vindicate her honour, forfeits her modesty. But you, Madam, have too much modesty to prete to't, though you have as much to say for your modesty as many a nicer she: for you never were seen at this play, I not the first day; and 'tis no matter what people's lives have been, they are unquestionably modest who frequent this play. For, as Mr. Bayes says of his, That it is the only touchstone of men's wit and understanding; mine is, seems, the only touchstone of women's virtue and modesty. But hold, that touchstone is equivocal, and, by t strength of a lady's imagination, may become something that is not civil: but your ladyship, I know, scorns to misapp a touchstone. And, Madam, though you have not seen this play, I hope (like other nice ladies) you will the rather re it. Yet, lest the chambermaid or page should not be trusted, and their indulgence could gain no further admittant for it than to their ladies' lobbies or outward rooms, take it into your care and protection; for by your recommendati and procurement, it may have the honour to get into their closets; for what they renounce in public, often entertai 'em there, with your help especially. In fine, Madam, for these and many other reasons, you are the fittest patrons or judge of this play; for you show no partiality to this or that author. For from some many ladies will take a br jest as cheerfully as from the watermen, and sit at some downright filthy plays (as they call 'em) as well satisfied, a as still, as a poet could wish 'em elsewhere. Therefore it must be the doubtful obscenity of my play alone they ta exceptions at, because it is too bashful for 'em : and, indeed, most women hate men for attempting by halves on the chastity; and bawdy, I find, like satire, should be home, not to have it taken notice of. But, now I mention sati some there are who say, 'Tis the plain-dealing of the play, not the obscenity; 'tis taking off the ladies' masks, offering at their petticoats, which offends 'em :-and generally they are not the handsomest, or most innocent, who a the most angry at their being discovered :

Nihil est audacius illis

Deprensis; iram atque animos a crimine sumunt.

Pardon, Madam, the quotation; for a dedication can no more be without ends of Latin, than flattery: and 'tis matter whom it is writ to; for an author can as easily, I hope, suppose people to have more understanding and languag than they have, as well as more virtues. But why, the devil, should any of the few modest and handsome be alarmed? for some there are, who, as well as any, deserve those attributes, yet refrain not from seeing this play, nor think it at addition to their virtue to set up for it in a playhouse, lest there it should look too much like acting-but why, I sa should any at all of the truly virtuous be concerned, if those who are not so are distinguished from 'em? for by the mask of modesty which women wear promiscuously in public, they are all alike; and you can no more know a ke wench from a woman of honour by her looks than by her dress. For those who are of quality without honour (if at such there are) they have their quality to set off their false modesty, as well as their false jewels; and you must no ma suspect their countenances for counterfeit than their pendants, though as the plain dealer Montaigne says, Els enre leur conscience au bordel, et tiennent leur continence en règle. But those who act as they look, ought not to be scandalise at the reprehension of others' faults, lest they tax themselves with 'em, and by too delicate and quick an apprehensi not only make that obscene which I meant innocent, but that satire on all, which was intended only on those w

deserved it. But, Madam, I beg your pardon for this digression to civil women and ladies of honour, since you and I shall never be the better for 'em : for a comic poet and a lady of your profession make most of the other sort; and the stage and your houses, like our plantations, are propagated by the least nice women; and, as with the ministers of justice, the vices of the age are our best business. But now I mention public persons, I can no longer defer doing you the justice of a dedication, and telling you your own, who are, of all public-spirited people, the most necessary, most communicative, most generous and hospitable. Your house has been the house of the people; your sleep still disturbed for the public; and when you arose, 'twas that others might lie down; and you waked that others might rest: the good you have done is unspeakable. How many young inexperienced heirs have you kept from rash foolish marriages, and from being jilted for their lives by the worst sort of jilts, wives! How many unbewitched widowers' children have you preserved from the tyranny of stepmothers! How many old doters from cuckoldom, and keeping other men's wenches and children! How many adulteries and unnatural sins have you prevented! In fine, you have been a constant se urge to the old lecher, and often a terror to the young: you have made concupiscence its own punishment, and extinguished lust with lust, like blowing up of houses to stop the fire.

Nimirum propter continentiam, incontinentia
Necessaria est, incendium ignibus extinguitur.

There's Latin for you again, Madam: I protest to you, as I am an author, I cannot help it; nay, I can hardly keep myself from quoting Aristotle and Horace, and talking to you of the rules of writing, (like the French authors), to show you and my reader I understand 'em, in my epistle, lest neither of you should find it out by the play. And according to the rules of dedications, 'tis no matter whether you understand or no what I quote or say to you of writing; for an author can as easily make any one a judge or critic in an epistle, as a hero in his play. But, Madam, that this may prove to the end a true epistle dedicatory, I'd have you know 'tis not without a design upon you, which is in the behalf of the fraternity of Parnassus; that songs and sonnets may go at your houses, and in your liberties, for guineas and half-guineas; and that wit, at least with you, as of old, may be the price of beauty, and so you will prove a true encourager of poetry; for love is a better help to it than wine; and poets, like painters, draw better after the life than by fancy. Nay, in justice, Madam, I think a poet ought to be as free of your houses, as of the playhouses; since he contributes to the support of both, and is as necessary to such as you, as a ballad-singer to a pick-purse, in convening the cullies at the theatres, to be picked up and carried to supper and bed at your houses. And, Madam, the reason of this motion of mine is, because poor poets can get no favour in the tiring-rooms, for they are no keepers, you know; and folly and money, the old enemies of wit, are even too hard for it on its own dunghill: and for other ladies, a poet ear least go to the price of them. Besides, his wit, which ought to recommend him to 'em, is as much an obstruction to his love, as to his wealth or preferment; for most women now-a-days apprehend wit in a lover, as much as in a husband; they hate a man that knows 'em, they must have a blind easy fool, whom they can lead by the nose; and, as the Scythian women of old, must baffle a man, and put out his eyes, ere they will lie with him; and then too like thieves, when they have plundered and stripped a man, leave him. But if there should be one of a hundred of those Ladies generous enough to give herself to a man that has more wit than money, (all things considered,) he would think cheaper coming to you for a mistress, though you made him pay his guinea; as a man in a journey (out of good bnsbandry), had better pay for what he has at an inn, than lie on free-cost at a gentleman's house.

In fine, Madam, like a faithful dedicator, I hope I have done myself right in the first place; then you, and your profesion, which in the wisest and most religious government in the world is honoured with the public allowance; and in those that are thought the most uncivilised and barbarous is protected and supported by the ministers of justice. And of you, Madam, I ought to say no more here, for your virtues deserve a poem rather than an epistle, or a volume entire to give the world your memoirs, or life at large; and which (upon the word of an author that has a mind to make an end of his dedication) I promise to do, when I write the annals of our British love, which shall be dedicated to the Les concerned, if they will not think them something too obscene too; when your life, compared with many that are thought innocent, I doubt not, may vindicate you, and me, to the world, for the confidence I have taken in this address to you; which then may be thought neither impertinent nor immodest; and, whatsoever your amorous misfortunes have been, none can charge you with that heinous, and worst of women's crimes, hypocrisy; nay, in spite of misfortunes or age, you are the same woman still; though most of your sex grow Magdalens at fifty, and as a solid French author has it

Après le plaisir, vient la peine;
Après la peine, la vertu.

But sure an old sinner's continency is much like a gamester's forswearing play, when he had lost all his money; and modesty is a kind of a youthful dress, which, as it makes a young woman more amiable, makes an old one more Causeous: a bashful old woman is like a hopeful old man; and the affected chastity of antiquated beauties is rather a proach than an honour to 'em; for it shows the men's virtue only, not theirs. But you, in fine, Madam, are no more stypocrite than I am when I praise you; therefore I doubt not will be thought (even by yours and the play's enemies, the nicest ladies) to be the fittest patroness for, Madam, your ladyship's most obedient, faithful, humble servant, and THE PLAIN DEALER.

DRAMATIS

MANLY, of an honest, surly, nice Humour, supposed
Arst, in the Time of the Dutch War, to have procured
the Command of a Ship, out of Honour, not Interest;
and choosing a Sea-life only to avoid the World.
FREEMAN, MANLY's Lieutenant, a Gentleman well
educated, but of a broken Fortune, a Complier with
the Age.

VERNISH, MANLY's bosom and only Friend.
NOVEL, a pert railing Coxcomb, and an Admirer of
Novelties, makes love to OLIVIA.

MAJOR OLDFOX, an old impertinent Fop, given to
tcribbling, makes Love to the WIDOW BLACKACRE.
LORD PLAUSIBLE, a ceremonious, supple, commending
Corcomb, in love with OLIVIA,

PERSONE.

JERRY BLACKACRE, a true raw Squire, under Age, and his Mother's Government, bred to the Law.

OLIVIA, MANLY'S Mistress.

FIDELIA, in love with MANLY, and followed him to Sea in Man's Clothes.

ELIZA, Cousin to OLIVIA,

LETTICE, OLIVIA'S Woman.
WIDOW BLACKACRE, a petulant, litigious Widow,
always in Law, and Mother to Squire JERRY.

Lawyers, Knights of the Post, Bailiffs and Aldermen, a Bookseller's Apprentice, a Foot-boy, Sailors, Waiters, and Attendants.

SCENE,-LONDON.

PROLOGUE

SPOKEN BY THE PLAIN DEALER.

ACT I.