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MR. ROWE'S JANE SHORE.
DESIGNED FOR MRS. OLDFIELD.
PRODIGIOUS this! the Frail-one of our Play From her own sex should mercy find to-day! You might have held the pretty head aside,
Peep'd in your fans, been serious, thus, and cry'd,
Our sex are still forgiving at their heart;
There are, 'tis true, who tell another tale,
The godly dame, who fleshly failings damns,
He has a husband that will make amends:
Plu-Plutarch, what's his name, that writes his life?
VER. 44. Who ne'er saw] A sly and oblique stroke on the suicide of Cato; which was one of the reasons why this Epilogue was not spoken.
To see a piece of failing flesh and blood,
In all the rest so impudently good;
Faith, let the modest matrons of the town
Come here in crouds, and stare the strumpet down.