Heart. To remedy that, Sir, we will bring in your Character at the End of the Farce as a Satyr upon all Criticks who find fault with Trifles.
Trif. Ha, ha, admirable! That will be delightful! Quite tip top or may I perish, ha.
Lady. Pray what shall we call our little Piece, Mr. Heartly?
Heart. Why really, Madam, I can't think of any Title better at present than the New Play Criticized, or the Plague of Envy.
(Enter FOOTMAN)
Foot. Sir Charles Stanza and another Gentleman are come to wait on your Ladyship.
Lady. Come Gentlemen, let us go and tell Sir Charles and the Author of our Design; so if you please, Mr. Canker, you may go along with us and be by at the Planning of our little Piece—No, I know his Envy won't suffer him to hear us compliment the Author. That would be out of Character, so we will leave him to consider of an Epilogue for our Farce.
Rough Draft of an EPILOGUE
(Enter a POET shabbily dressed)
Hissed, catcalled, and exploded to a man