Languages & literature > Albion queens, or, The death of Mary Queen of Scots

EPILOGUE.
Spoken by Jo. Haines.
IT/'HO could have ever thought to have feat me
'' Tack'd to the end of a deep tragedy ?
Tfjey might as voell have drefs'd me out to dance^
Or fent me an amhajjador to France.
Tet I am forc'd to come ; for, fay my mafias.
Tour phiz will bring us off from all difafiers.
To w, you muft know, 1 thought a beau might be
A better fuppliant for a tragedy;
His pretty face, his dimple, and his fnile.
Might many tender ladies' hearts beguile.
But, nolens volens, Pricky mufi appear j
And—what am I to fay, now I'm come here ?
Oh, I'm to tell you, that the players fay,
Unlefs you kindly do receive this play.
There's above half of them will lofe their pay.
Hay, more, the poet too will lofe his gains,
Unlefs you're pleas'd to fmile upon Count Haines,
Let me not fue in vain, you Jhining fphere.
Nor you, my pit-friends, that to me arc dear -r
My middle-gallery friends will fare affift me.
And, for the upper-tier, they never mifs'd me.
Then let your hearty wijhes all be Jhewn,
To give the Albion Queens their jufi renown*