Then such an Awkard mein, and vulgar sence,
I vow, I wonder at his Impudence!
’Tis well Lejere appear’d, George owes the prize
To the Gay Monsieur, Footmen and Disguise,
Charms which few English Women can withstand,
What can’t a Man of Quality command?
| As to the faults, or Merits of the Play We leave ye to be judges of, yet say, Ye ought in justice to be kind to day. |
| For to our Cost alas, we soon shall find, Perhaps not half the money ye design’d, Consider, Sirs, it goes to be refin’d. |
And since in all Exchanges ’tis a notion,
For what ye take to be in due proportion,
So may we justly hope no wrong is done ye