EPILOGUE. WRITTEN BY DR. GARTH. WHAT odd fantastic things we women do? o give you pain, themselves they punish most. po oft they're cancell'd, though in convents made. You'd you revenge such rash resolves—you may spiteful-and believe the thing we say, e hate you when you're easily said nay. Te give to merit, and to wealth we sell : What pains to get the gaudy things you hate, THE END. A TRAGEDY. By N. ROWE, Esq. ADAPTED FOR THEATRICAL REPRESENTATION, AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES-ROYAL, DRURY-LANE AND COVENT GARDEN. REGULATED FROM THE PROMPT-BOOKS, "The Lines distinguished by inverted Commas, are omitted in the Representation." LONDON: Printed for the Proprietors, under the Direction of JOHN BELL, British Library, STRAND, Bookseller to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. MDCCXCI. |