Our Play will stand fair: we’ve Monsters too,
Which far exceed your [City Pope] for Show.
Almighty Rabble,’tis to you this Day
Our humble Author dedicates the Play,
From those who in our [lofty Tire] sit,
Down to the dull Stage-Cullies of the Pit,
Who have much Money, and but little Wit:
Whose useful Purses, and whose empty Skulls
To private Int’rest make ye Publick Tools;
To work on Projects which the wiser frame,