PROLOGUE,
SPOKEN BY MRS. JORDAN.
Enters opening a Letter.
“Dear Madam—Disappointed by a friend—
“Promis’d a Prologue—at my poor wit’s end—
“Ruin’d—unless so good—your laughing way—
“T’ insinuate something for my luckless Play.”
Poor Devil! what a fright he’s in—but why—
Am I to help him—What can I supply?
I’m doom’d to speak but just what Authors say:
Dull, when they’re dull—and sportive when they’re gay;